Evil snowplow

There once a small house located on a small country road in a small little town. In this tiny little house  lived an "old" woman with her two children and a her small grandchild. The woman worked at the school where the town people sent their children to be educated and the two children also worked. It seemed there was always somebody coming and going form this house until this one stormy winter when the snow just kept coming and blowing and drifting until the small town became buried under all the snow.
It had snowed for so many days that the town had to close the schools and the people could not get to work. They had been promised that the snow would end soon and that the big yellow truck with its flashing lights and big snow pushing plow would clear the way for the town's people to drive again on the country roads.
Finally the snow stopped and the people rejoiced. Soon the sounds of shovels scraping the sidewalks and driveways filled the air. Children were sledding and the old folks were reminiscing about the days when these few feet of snow would not have stopped them from doing their business or trekking to school; shoveling a path as they went. "People these days are too soft and kids need to learn to walk and depend on a bus to get them there;" seemed to resound in the air.
The "old" woman wondered if they were right about this for now the kids had missed too many days and some of the things learned in the past would need to taught again. She kept shoveling along the drive as she wondered when they could make up these days and how her little car would make it down the road to run the errands that needed to be done. After hours of shoveling the heavy white slush that accumulated in her drive the road was seen. She sadly shook her head for all that was there was a wide path of slush and ice on top of the pavement. Her appointments would have to wait for the hero of the day seemed to have forgotten them again. She could cars on the other roads traveling along and she wondered why they had been rescued and not those on her road. It had been days since she had heard the roar of the beast clearing the way and she needed to refill the pantry. She went inside, patience wearing thin and the fridge so bare. Then what to her joy did her ears hear- the sound of the roar of the beast coming to clear the way. She thanked the Lord as she ran to the window to watch with glee only to be dismayed as to what she witnessed.
Blades high up so as not to touch the ground the yellow truck rushed right past her house. The slush went splashing so high up and the ice crunched under it bit wheels creating a mess but he was not plowing just making a pass. He has to come back she thought for he can see we need him to plow here. A few minutes later he did come back and this time the blades were down and creating a path. As he came down towards her she was overcome with joy but then she realized that he was pushing the mass of snow towards her drive. "NO! STOP!" But on he went leaving a berm of 48 inches. The evil snowplow had plowed her in. She sat and waited in disbelief hoping he would come back and take it away.
Soon darkness was settling in the sky and the silence of the night told her he was gone. She called to the kids to grab the shovels. The night was spent shoveling and soon exhaustion overcame them. They settled to bed with hunger and coldness as companions.
The next morning the awoke to see the snow had come again.