Winter and Summer

It snowed the day the prince was born. When the queen carried the little prince outside, the white frost receded from his presence.

“It’s a blessing,” said some, “An evil portent,” said others.

Wherever he went, the sun followed, until there was no more winter in the land. Without their yearly rest, animals grew weary, land became sick, farmers despaired of their crops. The kingdom begged the king to bring back winter.

“I will go south, Father,” said the prince, “where summer reigns all year.”

The queen cried for her child. She had loved the sun, and he loved her.

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