Harry waited and waited for the snow to come. And when it did finally fall, it fell only in the slightest, lightest dusting he could barely see. But Harry went out anyway, with a spoon and plate, carefully scooped out just enough, and made a small, small snow king. And then–when he went inside for lunch, his snow king disappeared! Who took it? Harry asked his mother, his sister, nice Mr. Oakley on his tractor–he even wanted to ask the police! No one had seen his snow king. There was only one hope: that the Snow King had gone to order more snow. And the next morning, when Harry looked out his window, he saw something amazing in his yard..