“I don’t feel very well today,” said Summer Sun to herself as she sat up in her bed. “I think I am going to go back to sleep.”
Summer Sun slept for a few hours. Her best friend, Angela Ant, stopped by to see her because she was worried about her.
“I am very sick,” said Summer Sun. “I have been sleeping all day today. I didn’t even set the thermostat for the summer weather for today.”
“I am sorry to hear that,” said Angela. “I was wondering why the weather didn’t change this morning. I will go get you some help.”
“Thank you,” said Summer Sun. “That would be a good idea.”
Angela went to Matilda, the wicked witch, to ask her to help Summer Sun.
“I would love to help,” said Matilda, rubbing her hands together.
Matilda took a pot of chicken soup to Summer Sun’s house. While she dished out a bowl for Summer Sun, Angela saw Matilda take a small bottle out of her pocket. Matilda sprinkled the contents of the bottle into the bowl she had dished out for Summer Sun.
“What is this?” asked Angela, taking the bottle out of Matilda’s hand.
“It is a special something I cooked up,” said Matilda, with a smirk on her face.
“How dare you?” asked Angela, angrily.
“What are you talking about?” asked Matilda.
“You were trying to cast a spell on Summer Sun,” said Angela. “That is a very mean thing to do to Summer Sun. She is very sick.”
“I thought this would be the perfect way for me to gain control over the weather for this summer,” said Matilda.
“You know that will never happen,” said Angela. “Summer Sun is the only one that is in control of the weather for the summer.”
“She isn’t doing a very good job,” said Matilda. “The temperature didn’t rise this morning at all.”
“That is because she is sick,” said Angela. “She has never missed a day up until today. You are not being very fair.”
“I guess you are right,” said Matilda, pouring that bowl of chicken soup down the drain and getting a fresh one for Summer Sun with no secret witch ingredients in it. “I am sorry. You are right about Summer Sun. I should give her a fair chance.”
“Thank you,” said Angela. “Let’s get that bowl of soup to Summer Sun.”
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