Old man Winter slowly and lazily meandered along the winding path, bringing with him the unbearable cold he was so famous for. When at last the arrived at his home, he pushed aside the deerskin flap and stared into the chilly semi-darkness, surprise and anger etched in the hardened lines of old age. There stood Spring, young and agile, bringing with him wherever he traveled the warmth of the sun. But it was too early for Spring to come knocking at old man Winter’s door, too early for the harsh cold to give way to Spring’s new beginnings.
Old man Winter grew very angry. “What are you doing here Spring?”
Spring replied with a carefree grin on his face, “I decided to come early this year.”