Mr. Winter was very depressed about the fact that he had lost Penelope, the love of his life. She married another man and Mr. Winter only found that out when he asked her to marry him.
“I am very depressed,” said Mr. Winter to himself. “I don’t see how I will ever be able to get over this.”
One thing that made Mr. Winter even more upset was to see other people happy and enjoying their lives.
“I need to make everyone miserable,” said Mr. Winter. “I need to do something to make them unhappy.”
Mr. Winter thought and thought and that is when his idea hit him.
“I am going to make this winter the worst winter anyone has ever seen,” said Mr. Winter. “And, because I am in charge of the winter season, I have full control over it.”
Mr. Winter turned down that thermostat that controlled the temperature of the world. He threw in a foot of snow and he sat back. He could see the anguish in people’s faces. He smiled as he watched person after person complain about the weather.
Over the next few hours, something strange was happening to Mr. Winter. He felt very sick. He went to the hospital.
“Doctor,” said Mr. Winter, after he was examined. “What is wrong with me?”
“You have a condition called icy heart,” explained the doctor.
“Is there a cure or this?” asked Mr. Winter.
“Yes there is,” said the doctor. “Turn up the thermostat.”
“And if I don’t,” said Mr. Winter.
“If you don’t,” said the doctor. “You are just going to become sicker and sicker.”
Mr. Winter turned up the thermostat the minute he was released from the hospital.
“I don’t want to be sick,” said Mr. Winter, knowing he had no choice but to turn up the thermostat if he didn’t want to be sick.
Mr. Winter did not touch that thermostat ever again, unless it was to turn the heat up when it got too cold.
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