“Better late than never,” grumbled Fall, as Winter rolled in across the Kansas plain.
“My apologies, brother,” spake Winter. “Spring had given me her assurances that she would take my watch. It would appear, however, that she is feeling under the weather this season.”
Fall clasped his cloak and donned his hat. With a small nod, he bade Winter farewell and went home for a much deserved rest.
