his wings were flapping steadily behind him. Sonny was cradling sunlight in his arms, flying to the border between spring and winter to deliver warmth to a bunny burrow nearby. he had always been curious about the winter fairy’s. spring and winter did not mix. both of the fairy’s from either side were too delicate for the other. he sighed, forgetting those thoughts. once he had delivered the warmth, he turned to fly back. but a side across the border, in winter, made him pause.