“It is cold outside today,” said Billy Troll, rubbing his hands together to keep them warm.
“You should have worn your gloves,” said Dianne Troll, taking Billy’s cold hands in her gloved ones.
“I know,” said Billy. “I just didn’t think it was going to be this cold!”
“We’ll be at the practice hall soon,” said Dianne.
Billy was relieved when he saw the practice hall out of the corner of his eye. He was so looking forward to practising the his upcoming winter concert.
“Come on Dianne,” said Billy. “I’ll race you.”
The two Troll friends raced to the front door of the hall.
“Come on slow-poke,” said Billy, waiting at the front door. “I’m freezing.”
Once inside the hall, Billy soon warmed up by singing and playing on his guitar.
“Oh no!” exclaimed Dianne, a few hours later, looking out the window. “Look at all the snow!”
Billy continued practicing for another half hour.
“Billy, we’d better get going,” said Dianne, looking out the window again. “I think we are having a blizzard.”
“Looks that way,” said Billy, glancing out the window. “That’s a bad storm!”
Once outside, the two Troll friends noticed the snow was very deep and very wet.
“I hope it stops soon,” said Dianne. “It will be pretty hard for you to perform tomorrow.”
“It’ll be alright,” said Billy. “Besides the kids at the hospital would be disappointed.”
“But the storm, Billy,” said Dianne. “This is the worst I have seen.”
“You worry too much,” said Billy, grabbing Dianne’s hand. “Come on, I’ll race you to the coffee shop.”
“Okay,” said Dianne.
“It’s closed,” said Billy, standing in front of a very dark coffee shop, waiting for Dianne to catch up. “I guess the storm is worse than I thought. This coffee shop never closes.”
The next morning, Dianne was at Billy’s door, very early.
“It’s terrible outside, Billy,” said Dianne, when Billy opened his door.
Dianne was covered in snow.
“Well, here Dianne,” said Billy, handing her a bag containing some of his equipment. “I guess we are walking to the hospital.”
“Billy Troll,” said Dianne, angrily. “Don’t you know there is a bad storm outside!”
“That doesn’t matter,” said Billy. “The kids at the hospital need me.”
“You could reschedule,” said Dianne.
“Look Dianne,” said Billy. “Those poor kids at the hospital may not be around if I reschedule. Some of those kids are on their death beds. I’m not going to disappoint those kids.”
“Alright then,” said Dianne. “Let’s go.”
Billy and Dianne were completely covered in snow when they arrived at the hospital.
“I’m so glad you could make it,” said Nurse Nancy Troll. “Shawn Troll is in bad shape.”
“Well come on, then” said Dianne, shaking the snow off herself and Billy.
“So, I sing to you this song,” sang Billy. “That I’ll be there for you no matter what.”
“Great song,” clapped Shawn Troll, weakly gasping for breath. “You’re my hero!”
“No Shawn,” said Billy. “You are my hero!”
Later that evening, Billy and Dianne received a phone call from Nurse Nancy Troll. Shawn Troll had passed away not even five minutes after Billy’s winter concert.