The Snowman and the Snowdog | Christmas Stories | Christmas Fairy Tales | New Animated Movie

Cold enough to cut the skin. I bet the little ones will be out playing in the snow. Another winter out here. Let's build the biggest snowman in the village! Let's put him right in the middle of the yard, so he can look into the house. Push! Push! It's so heavy! This snowman must be the knight guarding our yard. Born today, were you, kid? Play with you tomorrow, snowman. Come inside. It's cold and dinner's ready. We'll be back out later. Cold. It feels so pleasant. Hey, rookie. How does your first time in the snow and wind feel? Aye, I've only just existed, haven't I? It's so white. Is that in there? The light. It's so warm, yet so... I feel. Oh, and the colder it gets, the more invigorating it is. Spoken like a true newborn, enjoying this cold. I'm the yard dog. Used to sleep inside, right next to that stove. Inside? I'm brave, boy. Is it... another world? During the day, there's a bright round thing. Don't get attached. It's not your friend. Not cold like the moon? Oh, you'll find out. Those little beings from before... Did they create me? Yeah, the kids from the house. They come and go. We're the ones who guard the yard year-round. It's so beautiful. That's the stove. Very hot. Get too close, and you'll melt into a puddle. Melt? What is that? Cannot walk... walk closer to that light. Nobody's asking you to. I used to sleep there. So warm, I'd dream of bones flying around. That sounds like a dream from another world entirely. Then I bit the kid who kicked my bone away. So, they chained me out here. Since then, my only friends have been the wind and snow. And yet you seem... accustomed to it. Good thing you were born to handle the cold. Not bad. I don't remember what I was before. I only know that I belong here now. And I cannot leave. The stove. Its name sounds as warm as it light. Don't be a fool and get attached to things that aren't for you. Especially the things that are warmer. They're dangerous for a cold thing like you. This light... is not as gentle as the moon. He's still standing perfectly still. It's like he's guarding the house for us. Every winter, the kids have a snowman friend. When day arrives, she shines brighter. Don't tell me you're fond of the stove, are you? I don't understand what this is. I just feel... the urge to get closer. It devours wood, breathes out fire. It's so hot I had to pant lying beneath it. Anything that stays near it too long must change its form. Change form. Does that mean disappear? Look, everyone beside her seems so happy. Perhaps standing beside the stove is the greatest happiness of all. Depends if your definition of happiness is to burn up or to melt away. I... I can't see her anymore. Stand still. Your only job is to just stand there. I was born of snow, but inside me there is something... A tingling warmth, though I have never known what warmth is. This snow-eye wind is the best thing for you, you know? But why do I only think of... her? I used to have that sickness, lying under the stove all day long. Without it, I'd whine and couldn't sleep. So, are you cured now? Getting kicked out sea cures you instantly. Trust me, when you love something you can't get close to... It's best to just admire it from a distance. Even if I only get close once, perhaps I still want to try. You are my friend, aren't... aren't you, Moon? You are cold, but you make me feel peaceful. But she in the house, she is not like you. She is warm, radiant, and mysterious. This close, I thought it was only in my imagination. The snow falls soft, the fire burns bright. Keep cozy now through the long winter night. They live around her, laughing, talking, staying warm. I only have the wind and snow. I'm... losing my form? You've been standing there motionless for ages. What are you thinking about so hard? I dreamt that I was beside her. It was a beautiful and terrifying dream. If this is what's called love, then I think I've fallen in love with the stove. Here, a new hat for you. Stay there and guard the house for us, Mr. Snowman. That fiery thing! I both miss it and hate it. When it's no longer useful, they also bring it out to the yard, like me. It's cold out here, but walking with you makes it warm. I wish I could be near her like that. Completely different. They are two beings of the same world. Are you warm enough, darling? Definitely. Especially with your arms around me. So Mr. Snowman can have a heart! Perhaps my heart is somewhere else. This season is beautiful for people, but you wouldn't want to know about it. What will I become? When the time comes, you'll see. The audio features a conversation between two men, one of whom is speaking more than the other. I'm... I'm... sinking? Yeah. Yeah, it's getting warmer. It's normal. I feel... less steady than before. Maybe we didn't pack him tightly enough? More snow over here! We have to make him stronger! Quick, pat it down! This feeling is so strange. It's not like... That's the thing I told you about, girl. The heat. Am I... crying? If I get closer... I wish I could just get a little closer to the warmth. You don't need to get closer. You're already disappearing bit by bit. Almost to the barn, everyone. Mind your step on the ice. Look, Father. We carried them all. Very good. Stack them neatly on the cart. My neck is full of cold wind from the day I was kicked out. The more I think of her, the more flustered I feel. If I was born only to love you and then melt, I accept it. That is not love. That is blindness. Perhaps some human love is no different. The crocuses are blooming already, look. And the path to town is completely clear now. It's so cozy in here. I'm glad we stayed in tonight. So that's it. What are you looking at? Inside you is a piece of the stove. The shovel used to poke the coals. Perhaps that's why. I've always felt I belonged to her. Our snowman! It's all right, my dears. This is simply what happens when the weather turns warm. We'll build another one tomorrow. I never touched you, yet you changed me completely. At least you live true to your feelings, kid. Where is he? Where did our snowman go? I think he melted. Take that! You missed! Hey, look at this! Our snowman! He's gone. It is sad to see him go, isn't it? But spring will be here soon. And we'll build another then. Oh, so he's been out here all winter. Oh, yes. Keep watching the window, they said. It'll be fun, they said. I'm just thrilled to be out here freezing. I've always felt I belonged to her. Faster, faster! You can't catch me! Gotcha! Tag, you're it! Hey, watch out! Look, it's snowing! Hurry up! You always know how to make me smile, even when it's freezing outside. That's because my heart is warm whenever you are near. We could plant all the vegetables right here, and the flowers along the fence. Oh, yes, it's perfect. I can already see the sunflowers blooming. Springtime is here, the skies are blue. The flowers bloom for me and you. Wintertime is lots of fun. Now we break and we all run. Look how fast I am! This snowman is huge! We could wake up to this every morning. What do you think of that? I think I like the sound of that very much. A home of our own, perhaps by next winter. Oh, darling, that sounds wonderful. We could even get married here.