Page 338 - Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Book 1

Dad was AlreADy mad at me for tearing up

the sod, so I knew I was in for it. I heard the

garage door open and I saw Dad coming outside.

He marched right out carrying a snow shovel, and I

thought I was going to have to make a run for it.

But Dad was heading for my snowball, not me.

And in less than a minute, he reduced all our

hard work to nothing.