I put down the scissors. I brushed all the paper shavings into a neat little pile. Then, slowly, carefully, I unfolded the paper. For each new unfold, I did my best to smooth out the crease and straighten the paper.
"Woah," said my friends. "That's really cool. It's beautiful!"
"Thanks," I said. I looked at the snowflake. It was one of the best I'd ever done. I admired it for one more moment. Swiftly and without warning, I tore it in half. I kept tearing until it was just shreds of white paper.
