Catcher In The Rye Short Stories

Sticking two black button eyes on our snowman, I turned and gave Charlie a high-five. We didn't do this much, thinking of it, I couldn't remember the last time we had. "Finished!" I said. "And there's not a finer snowman in the whole neighborhood." But Charlie wasn't looking at me. He was staring at the snowman, his face almost as white as its.

"D-d-d-did you s-s-s-see THAT?" he stammered.

We had been at this for nearly the whole afternoon, and nothing marvelous had happened. I slowly turned my head. Their didn't seem to be anything special on the snowman. He was white as paper, except for his nose, eyes and the small patches of brown mud that decorated him "Whats the matter Frank?"

He peeled his eyes away from the snowman. The expression on his face, I had not seen since the year that the Harder family moved in : they said they were from Bolivia. That day I had seen the same look on his face when he saw there things. This was some time ago, when he was just a little boy, not that he wasn't anymore, only being nine now. …show more content…
This was unusual. My brother wasn't usual scared, very easily. He loved adventures, and wanted to visit the forest near the campus very much to often. He would take any opportunity to visit farms, including our