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Sadly, eating snow is a lost pastime, but others should live on. The kids were back in faster than it took to bundle them up. They should earn that hot chocolate after hours of sledding the heavy, damp snows on our considerable hills. So, while I was primed and ready to work on my next novel idea, I decided it was more important to seize the moment and to spend some quality time with my eight and five-year-old sons by building a colossal snowman in our backyard.


This was how so many things in parenthood go, I thought. Never the idealized way you dream even with the best of intention and boundless energy. I thought about abandoning the snowman. People would pass by in a week, and the lump of the forgotten snowman would be one of the last remaining visages from the passing snow, an unwitting symbol of abandoned dreams and lost hope.



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I have made these the last couple years with my Girl Scout troop. They love making them and watching them melt. We use the 3oz. white cups. I have made them in an electric oven and gas oven with much success. I tried a convection oven and that was not successful. I am curious if anyone has tried them in a microwave?


I'm a materials engineer. 

This craft doesn't involve either melting or burning. You are using the glass transition temperature of the polystyrene- that's the temperature when a thermoplastic begins to flow which is not the same as melting or burning. No fumes are released as long as you stay at the glass transition temperature.


I used the small white 3 oz. (bathroom) cups. They took over 10 minutes to melt, and still never got flat. I'm guessing one would need to melt a hole thru them vs. trying to punch a hole before melting since the shape changes so dramatically.



Going to see the grandkids soon and I've got my stash of cups and Sharpies ready. I'm also going to look for the cups you've used/recommend.


As for who gave the snowman form, I think it's not the bravery human, but another one, that spent more time in the Underground, who had to have coexisted with Gaster at least for some time and whose very DT may have been used to give the snowman consciousness: Chara.


(England, 1842. A large hedged area in a suburb,with one big tree and lots of snow on the ground. The other childrenthrow snowballs whilst a lone boy builds a snowman.) 

WOMAN: Walter, don't you want to go and play with the other boys andgirls? They're very nice. 

WALTER: I don't need anyone else. 

(A man comes up to her.) 

WOMAN: He never talks to anyone. He's so alone. It's not right. It'snot healthy. 

(The man and woman walk back inside a large building.) 

WALTER: I don't want to talk to them. They're silly. 

SNOWMAN: They're silly. Don't talk to them. They're silly. 

(Walter runs away from the snowman.) 

SNOWMAN: Don't need anyone else. I can help you. 

WALTER: How?


(A familiar looking young woman gathers emptytankards from the tables and takes the tray outside. There is a toothysnowman in the yard between the inn and the wash house. A man walkspast her.) 

CLARA: Did you make this snowman? 

DOCTOR: No. 

CLARA: Well, who did? Because it wasn't there a second ago. It justappeared, from nowhere. 

(The Doctor turns and comes back to examine it.) 

DOCTOR: Maybe it's snow that fell before. Maybe it remembers how tomake snowmen. 

CLARA: What, snow that can remember? That's silly. 

DOCTOR: What's wrong with silly? 

CLARA: Nothing. Still talking to you, ain't I? 

DOCTOR: What's your name? 

CLARA: Clara. 

DOCTOR: Nice name. Clara. You should definitely keep it. Goodbye! 

(Clara follows him around the corner.) 

CLARA: Oi! Where are you going? I thought we was just gettingacquainted. 

DOCTOR: Those were the days. 

(The Doctor leaves. Clara starts to return to the inn, then changes hermind and runs after his brougham carriage. It's not a hansom becausethe driver is in front, not behind.)


(A shapely young woman in leather trousers standsin Simeon's path.) 

JENNY: Well, Doctor Simeon, you're out very late tonight. 

VASTRA: Almost makes you wonder what you've been up to. But then, Ihave often wondered about the activities of Doctor Simeon and hisexceptionally secretive Institute. 

SIMEON: Well, I am honoured this evening. The veiled detective and herfatuous accomplice. 

JENNY: At your service. 

SIMEON: You realise Doctor Doyle is almost certainly basing hisfantastical tales on your own exploits? With a few choice alterations,of course.I doubt the readers of The Strand magazine would accept that the greatdetective is, in reality a woman. 

(Simeon lifts Vastra's veil to reveal that she is a Silurian.) 

SIMEON: And her suspiciously intimate companion 

VASTRA: I resent your implication of impropriety. We are married. 

JENNY: More than can be said for you, eh, dear? 

VASTRA: Now then. This snow is interesting, don't you think? The icecrystals seem to have a low level telepathic field. Almost as if it candetect and respond to the thoughts and memories of the people aroundit. Memory snow. Snow that learns. 

SIMEON: How fascinating. 

VASTRA: I hope it's listening to the right people. It could be aterrible weapon in the wrong hands, don't you think? 

SIMEON: I think winter is coming. Such a winter as this world has neverknown. The last winter of humankind. Do you know why I'm telling youall this? 

VASTRA: I am intrigued. 

SIMEON: Because there's not a single thing you can do to stop it. 

VASTRA: Perhaps I can't, but I know a man who can. 

SIMEON: I look forward to meeting him. 

(Simeon leaves.) 

JENNY: Do you mean the Doctor? He won't help us. He never helps anymore, you know that. 

VASTRA: Yes, my dear, I do. So pray for a miracle, because I think weare going to need him.






(A short time later, Strax is under the carriage.) 

DOCTOR: Well, can you see it? 

STRAX: I think I can hear it. 

(Clara giggles.) 

DOCTOR: Oi, don't try to run away. Stay where you are. 

CLARA: Why would I run? I know what's going to happen next and it'sfunny. 

DOCTOR: What's funny? 

CLARA: Well, your little pal, for a start. He's an ugly little fella,isn't he? 

DOCTOR: Maybe. He gave his life for a friend of mine once. 

CLARA: Then how come he's alive? 

DOCTOR: Another friend of mine brought him back. I'm not sure all hisbrains made the return trip! 

CLARA: Neither am I. 

STRAX: I can see it. 

DOCTOR: Ooo! Can you reach it? Have you got it? 

STRAX: Got what, sir? 

CLARA: Because these are the gauntlets, aren't they? 

STRAX: Sir, emergency! I think I've been run over by a cab. 

(The Doctor uses the gauntlets to get hold of a large white worm.) 

DOCTOR: There you go. One touch and you lose about an hour of yourmemory. Let it bite you and you could lose decades. 

(He puts it into a jar.) 

DOCTOR: And you're still not trying to run. 

CLARA: I don't understand how the snowman built itself. I'll run onceyou've explained. 

DOCTOR: Clara who? 

CLARA: Doctor who? 

DOCTOR: Oh, dangerous question. 

CLARA: What's wrong with dangerous? 

(A snowman appears.) 

DOCTOR: The snow emits a low level telepathic field. 

CLARA: My snowman. 

DOCTOR: It seems to reflect people's thoughts and memories and becauseit's unusual, somehow it carries a previous shape and 

CLARA: No, Doctor. My snowman. 

DOCTOR: Ah! Interesting. Well, were you thinking about it? 

CLARA: Yes. 

(Another one appears, then others.) 

DOCTOR: Well, stop. Clara, stop thinking about the snowmen! 

(The nearest snowman breaths snowflakes at them.) 

DOCTOR: Get down! Clara, listen to me. The snow's feeding off yourthoughts. 

CLARA: I don't understand. 

DOCTOR: You're caught in their telepathic field. They're mirroring you.The more you think about the snowmen, the more they appear. Imaginethem melting. Picture it. Picture them melted! 

(They get splashed with icy water. The snowmen are gone.) 

DOCTOR: Well, very good. Very, very good. Ha! 

CLARA: Is that going to happen again? 

DOCTOR: Well, if it does, you know what to do about it. 

CLARA: Unless I forget. 

(The Doctor puts Clara into the carriage.) 

DOCTOR: Don't come looking for me. Forget about me. You understand? 

CLARA: What about the snow? Shouldn't we be warning people? 

DOCTOR: Not my problem. Merry Christmas. Take her back where we foundher. 

STRAX: Sir. 

(Strax drives on, but Clara has already got out of the carriage. Shefollows the Doctor to -)


(Clara wakes in a bed. She dresses and leaves,carrying a Gladstone bag.) 

CLARA: Look at that. Must have thawed in the night. 

(The landlord follows her outside.) 

CHILCOTT: I'm begging you, Clara. I'm on my knees. 

CLARA: Elsie is back this afternoon, and I was only helping out. I'vegot my own work to get back to. 

CHILCOTT: What work? Why won't you ever tell us? 

CLARA: You'd never believe me. 

(In a carriage, Clara draws down the blinds and changes her clothes.)


(A pair of children are playing chase.) 

FRANCESCA: Miss Montague! 

DIGBY: Miss Montague, you're back! 

CLARA: Ah, ah, ah! 

DIGBY: Good morning, Miss Montague. 

FRANCESCA: Good morning, Miss Montague. 

(Clara shakes their hands.) 

CLARA: Good morning, Francesca. Good morning, Digby. Christmas Eve isthe most thrilling day, don't you think? Now, what have you two been upto while I've been away? 

DIGBY: I did seven drawings and we saw a dead cow. 

CLARA: Well, how exciting. 

DIGBY: Do your secret voice. 

CLARA: Allo, mates. 

(Sitting on a bench.) 

FRANCESCA: They're not exactly nightmares. Just dreams. 

DIGBY: About our old governess. The one who died. She's hauntingFrannie from beyond the grave. 

CLARA: Haven't you spoken to your father about this? 

FRANCESCA: You can't talk about things like that to Daddy. 

CLARA: You could try. 

DIGBY: Do you want to see where she died? 

(They walk around to the front, and the formal pond.) 

DIGBY: She fell in there, and then it froze. She was in the ice fordays and days. I hated her. She was cross all the time. In Frannie'sdream she's still down there, waiting to come back. 

CLARA: Everything else has thawed, but this pond is still frozen. 

DOCTOR [memory]: The snow is feeding off your thoughts. The more youthink about the snowmen, the more they appear. 

CLARA: Frannie, this is important. You dream about her. What do youdream? 

FRANCESCA: She's cross with me. She says I've been bad, and she's goingto come out of the pond and punish me. 

CLARA: When? 

FRANCESCA: She said she'd come back for Christmas. Tonight. 

DIGBY: I think Frannie's gone mad, don't you? I think she needs adoctor.

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