With the pleasantries over, the argument started in earnest

and February shook its small but well rounded

fist at the other eleven members

of the council and stated his intent to see equality achieved that day.

“I still don’t understand why I cannot at least be thirty days long…!”

He boomed in a winter foamed echoing voice

which shook snow from the steadfast Oak and which drifted in a flurry

on to the table carved from a fallen Willow and in which

August exclaimed a serious dislike for.