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Why do you return, said January. What
do you search?

I am searching for strawberries, answered
she.

This is not the season, said January
with his big voice. There are no
strawberries under the snow.
I know, answered Mary sadly, but
my mother and sister will beat
me without mercy if I do not
bring them back. Tell me I pray you
where I can find them.

VI
Old January rose and addressing
himself to a man with a yellow
hood, gave him the stick and said
to him
My brother June, you look to this.
June rose in his turn and stirred the
fire with the stick.
Then the flame rose, the snow
melted, the grass became green,
the trees were covered with leaves,
the bids sang, the flowers