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"You don't just fix time." said Mother Winter. "Time has to be stopped, then reversed. It then would be broken again, so we would have to find the source of the trouble. Then this source would be token down and time would be fixed." she stated. Feb pulled out her Katana. "Ill kick the guys butt who did this!" yelled Feb. "Settle down Feb." hissed Mother Winter. Feb dashed to the window. "I will miss this place." she cooed. Feb chirped the beautiful mate call of a bird. Humming birds flew down. "Hello children." she chirped, petting the birds.

"Feb, this isn't the time to play with birds." said Mother Winter. "Well, were waiting for that slowpoke January. She is probably packing a motorcycle!" "You did that Feb." "Oh, wait." face-palmed Feb. "Anyways, lets get this show on the road!" Mother Winter grabbed Feb's arm as she tried to bolt away. "Stay here, your brother is acting 10 times better then you. "He is your pet." "No, he is not, he is just mature." "You're saying IM NOT mature?" "Well, you have a high temper." "A HIGH TEMPER?!" Feb snorted. She punched a hole in the wall. Then she gasped. "Sorry Mom!" she apologized. "I guess I am not mature.." Feb sat on the ground staring at the floor.