Finley's Flute of Seasons

Finley the fox loved his home, Sunny Meadow. He loved the buzzing bees and bright, cheerful flowers.

Most of all, Finley loved to play his smooth, wooden flute. Its sweet melody filled the air.

One breezy morning, Finley felt extra playful. He tried a brand-new, twirly tune, full of quick, happy notes.

As he played, a tiny, fluffy cloud appeared above. It danced to his music, growing bigger and bigger!

Finley giggled and played faster! A swirling, sparkling note flew from his flute. Then, *plink*... a snowflake fell.

More snowflakes tumbled down! Finley was surprised, but thought it was fun. He kept playing his swirling, happy song.

Soon, the snow grew thicker, covering the green meadow in a soft, white blanket. Finley stopped playing, his smile fading.

“Brrr! It’s so cold!” chattered Rosie Rabbit, shivering. Barnaby Bear huddled close, his fur ruffled by the wind.

“Finley, what happened to our sunny meadow?” asked Barnaby, his voice rumbling. “It’s never snowed in summer!”

Finley looked at his flute, then at the endless snow. He realized it was *his* music that had changed everything.

He tried to play a “fix-it” tune, but his worried notes only made the snow fall faster, and the wind howl.

“Maybe,” suggested Barnaby gently, “you need a *different* kind of song, Finley. A warm one?”

Finley closed his eyes. He thought of bright sunshine, warm breezes, and the sweet scent of summer flowers.