Jack Frost steadied himself on the maple tree branch that he was sitting on. He couldn't be sure, but he thought that he was somewhere in northern Wyoming. He sighed and looked around. The tree he was sitting in was the only one for miles in any direction. He had stopped here because he seriously needed to rest. There were no clouds in the sky, and the ground was parched and barren. The tree he had taken shelter in should have had a thick green canopy that would block out the sun, but instead the leaves where dry and brittle providing little comfort to the god of cold who crouched under their inadequate shade.
Jack shook his head, and his hair which was full of sweat shook droplets to the ground. He felt dizzy, and sick. He knew that the scorching heat was sapping his strength. A rough gust of wind blew a maple leaf into his face. Disoriented, he fell from the branch he was sitting on, and hit the ground with a dusty "WHUMP".
He reached up and pulled the leaf off his face. Suddenly to his right he heard a noise like "chhe che chhe". He opened his eyes and found himself face to face with a rattle snake. Jumping up he backed up a few steps and almost ran into another snake. With a startled yelp he jumped up into the tree and looked down. He whistled. He was lucky he landed where he did, any place else and he would have landed on a snake. Now he was no snake expert, but he would have to say that there were over 30 snakes under that tree and that most of them didn't seem native to this region. He watched them for ten minutes when by some unspoken (or unhissed) signal, all of the snakes started to move southwest. Jack frowned at this curious behavior. However he shrugged it off and took off heading in a northerly direction.
He landed somewhere in northern Canada where he crouched by a small stream. Cupping his hands he thrust them into the water expecting it to be cold from glacier runoff; however what he thrust his hands into was warm, like bathwater. He sighed through his teeth and let the water splash back down into the stream. When Jack stood up he was overcome by a wave of nausea that was so bad that he had to sit back down and cover his face with his hands.
"Man, this heat is really starting to get to me." He groaned.
He felt a tiny tug on his ear and looked up. It was Babytooth, one of the Tooth Fairy's tiny tooth collectors.
"Hey Babytooth." He said tiredly.
Babytooth looked him up and down, her eyes full concern. She hopped do to his knee, cocked her head to one side and gave him a worried chirrup.
"Don't worry about me I'm fine."
He stood up and was once again nearly overcome by nausea. He tried to hide his pained look as best he could. He hated it when people worried about him. It made him feel useless and small. He rubbed his aching head and took off Babytooth right at his heels.