Hope panicked...PANICKED! as she took a seat and a small squeak had escaped her as the chair wobbled unsteadily beneath her. As to the question of her favorite season she had chosen not to reply, after all, how could one chose a favorite from something that constantly changed. It was almost like asking her to choose her favorite food. Ask her one day and it may be fudge ask her on another day it could be fruit. It would be like in the summer she craved for the cool air of the fall, while in winter she begged for the heat of the sun and really....who even cared for spring what with it stirring up her allergies and making her miserable?

No. She didn't not have a favorite any season.

Hope shifted to raise her hand in the chair shook a little which caused her to squeak. "Errr...." What was the question? Ah yes....why is there seasons! "The Earth is WONKY!" Squeak! Yes! Four WORDS! Not a very scientific answer...but it met the word limit! "Kind of like this chair." Her hand had remained in the air and she shifted letting out another squeak. Could he please fix her chair...she really was beginning to panic a bit.