Spring Fever in January

“Hey Fawn,” said Spot. “It looks like another cold day outside.”

“Yes,” said Fawn. “It does. I don’t like all this cold weather that we are having.”

“Well either do I,” said Spot. “However, it is January.”

“It is only January!” exclaimed Fawn. I thought it was at least March.”

“No silly,” said Spot. “It is January. We only celebrated New Years just a week ago.”

“It has only been a week,” said Fawn. “That seems like months ago.”

“It was definitely only a week ago,” said Spot. “Whatever made you think it was spring?”

“Wishful thinking I guess,” said Fawn sadly.

“Fawn,” said Spot. “Spring will be here soon enough and then before you know it summer will be here.”

“Yeah,” said Fawn. “And then spring will be gone. I want spring to come. I am so sick of cold weather.”

“Fawn,” said Spot. “Sounds like you have spring fever.”

“What is spring fever?” asked Fawn.

“A wanting of spring to come so badly that you can’t stand it,” said Spot.

“Then it sounds like that is what I have,” said Fawn. “Am I going to get really sick? Am I going to die from spring fever?”

“Fawn,” said Spot. “Spring fever is not a sickness. It is just a feeling you get. You aren’t going to die from it.”

“Oh good,” said Fawn, with a sigh of relief. “I’m glad I’m not going to die from it. However, what can I do about it?”

“Why don’t we sign up for a membership at the local gym?” asked Spot. “I hear they have tanning beds and light beds. They have swimming and sauna’s too.”

“That would cure my spring fever,” said Fawn.

“Good,” said Spot. “Then that is what we will do.”