Jack Frost, the winter spirit and guardian of fun was definitely not having a fun day. It was the beginning of winter and like every year at that date the autumn spirits always attack Jack; knocking him unconscious even though he always looks out for any sign that there near. The autumn spirits always thought Jack was ruining their beautiful season when all Jack was doing was his job. Every year the spirits would find some way to have jack fall into unconsciousness then leave him in some warm region of the world. Just like when humans are out in the cold too long, if Jack is in the heat too long he could get sick and if he stays any longer he could get a fever and if he stays any longer then it could cause him to become comatose. Only spirits who were once human can have this happen to them; because once they were living humans that could succumb to any disease. When they died and became immortal they could still get sick but they could never die. Anyways let's get back to the story shall we.

Jack whimpered in a tiny ball near the beaches of Aruba where two autumn spirits, Harvest and Willow had dumped him. He knew that staying in the tropical landscape would only cause his fever to spike but he couldn't bring himself to move. The wind swirled around her best friend in a comforting manner but that only caused a warm breeze to sweep over Jack causing him to stifle a sneeze.

"Wind," he croaked; "Take me home." The wind gently held her charge and carried him to Burgess Pennsylvania; to the lake he called his home.