Each month, the months tell stories around the campfire but what would happen if someone stumbled on to them?


2. Midnight


 "You fool!" shouted August catching April by the arm as she ran through the forest. "Tis not the time yet!"

"April, you know we wait till midnight to go" July said quietly as August and April walked back up the hill to their vantage point.

"I know, I know I know, but it must be time now!" April whispered impatiently shifting on the piles of dry leaves.

It was almost December the first, the snow coming down like raindrops from a cloud, the bare branches of trees covered by a blanket of snow and the piles of dry leaves suddenly becoming white.

In the distance, the tolling of bells sounded and the months started down the hill.


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