The Tale of Four Seasons (A Short Story)

A/N: This is not something I usually write. I think I was in 7th grade when I wrote this, and I was trying to gear it towards little kids. The ending isn't very detailed, then again the whole story isn't detailed... But here it is, it reminds me of the Legends I had to read for Spanish class this year. Enjoy:

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Ever since they were very young Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring were very good friends. Until, one day, during Winter, all the little kids agreed that Winter was the best of all seasons. When SUmmer heard this, he was very annoyed. Why, all of a suden, is Winter more popular than he is? One of the children playing in the snow said: "Me like winter best! I play in snow. Mama makes me wear tons of clothes. Then when I get cold, I go inside and take a warm bath and then drink hot chocolate! Yummy!"

That made summer mad. So he sent his burning hot sun over to the peaceful white blizzard. The sun beat down upon the cool air. The snow mwas melting, big puddles of water appeared like polka dots on the streets.

Year after year, there was no Winter, Autumn, or Spring, only SUmmer. At first it was lovely, to have the warmth constantly floating around you, but it soon became trite. All the bathingsuits and flip-flops went away and so did the out-door kiddie pools laid out on the lawns. The grass died and the yards were brown, the plants withered. Summer was tired of working all year around, so he split the whole year up into four parts again and the four seasons were enjoyed equally.

THE END