The following is the full story of A winter without snow.
Once upon a time in a land where coal was king. The poor people of the land had the coal to trade with the King. They traded their carpets, which had intricate designs, painted with the most expensive of paints, for coal. It had almost become a game of which colour had more coal. But some still desired carpets while others desired coal, and the green carpets while green, needed more coal than the brown that looked nearly the same. And the others wanted their paintings, which was how they paid for their children food.
The King, who old, old now, had gotten over his taste for the expensive carpets, since they were used for trading. But was loved by his people because he loved them back. He had gotten one hundred people to follow him to complete his dream. His dream was to construct the biggest castle there was, to honour the people who fed, loved, loved and loved him.
He loved his people so much, that he bought carpet for the bridge leading to the castle he built for them. He had gotten one hundred people to follow him to complete his dream.
The people were still hungry. They were still cold. They still had to paint the carpets and knit them on the looms. But they didn't worry, they knew the kingdom was doing better than it ever did. They had also started trading with the world outside the kingdom, and they were doing fine. The once proud kingdom was now proud of itself and proud of their King.
The King of the land had had a dream. He wanted to feed his people; he knew that was the best he could do, since he had no money to give them.
Then one day, a beggar came. The villagers knew of the beggar of old. She used to ask for cakes, but since there were no cakes, she settled for bread. The baker forgot to give her bread once, felt guilty, offered her bread thereafter without being asked. He did that because he did not feel happy that he did not feed this woman this woman who fed him once years ago, by asking him to feed his son, so he did so. Her husband, died. Everyone pitied her, but she didn't care. She said, the husband was a wimp, very different from her. She carried on with her life.
One day, she came to the castle, she wanted to ask for coal. Others gave her coal, but the coal was cold. She shivered and said; "The coal is cold." The coal was cold and did not warm the hearts of the beggars and did not warm their hands and did not warm their souls after death and did not warm the hearts of the people and did not warm the sky and did not warm the land and did not warm the trees and did not warm the land and did not warm the people and did not warm the earth and did not warm the hearts of the men.
The story takes place in a kingdom that was once vibrant and prosperous, but what set it apart from all other lands was that they did not have to use the warmth of the sun to warm themselves up.