'This is so exciting.' Junior thought to himself.
Beaver came on the bus once it came to her stop and she was covered in some of the snow.
"Hi, Beaver," Bear smiled as he sat behind Goose and Badger. "Lots of snow, huh?"
"Spring better come soon!" Beaver huffed as she threw her backpack on her seat and wrung out her hat. "Winter's becoming very boring!"
"I agree." Rosie said.
"Spring's my favorite season." Snail smiled.
"Yeah, me too!" Fox agreed. "I can fly my kite."
"I get to ride my scooter!" Rabbit added.
"We can all go bike riding." Goose smiled.
"And go flower picking!" Badger beamed.
"No more boots, and scarves, and mittens!" Beaver complained before sighing.
"And smelling the flowers." Rosie and Junior smiled.
"You know what I like about Spring?" Bear asked them with a smile back. "Spring is when sap is in the trees and that means maple syrup!"
"And Spring is when Mom will have the baby!" Franklin chirped.
Snail looked sad and jealous about that. "I hope Spring never comes..." he then slithered away on the seat to get away from his turtle friend.
"Snail, are you sad about not having a little brother or little sister?" Junior asked.
"It's not that..." Snail sighed sadly as he looked out the window and looked forlorn. "I'm not sure if I wanna talk about it..."
"You're not jealous that Franklin will be busy with the baby that he might forget about you, are you?" Rosie then asked.
Snail seemed to frown even more by the mention of that and where that seemed to be the answer. Rosie frowned back as she felt bad for Snail and felt even worse for bringing that up.
Soon enough, they made it to the school. Junior and Rosie saw that the school seemed much smaller than the one they went to and it seemed to have only one classroom and the teacher was a man by the name of Mr. Owl.
"Do you think he might be related to Cherry's friend Professor Owl?" Junior asked himself, but mostly to Rosie as he was curious.
"Maybe." Rosie replied.
"We'll have to find out." Junior said.
They all came into the classroom.
"Oh, I see we have two new friends." Mr. Owl smiled to Junior and Rosie, he was much bigger than the average owl or even the owl in Little Bear.
"Hello, sir." Junior greeted.
Rosie smiled politely.
"Who are you two then?" Mr. Owl asked.
Junior and Rosie politely gave their names, remembering the manners that their parents taught them, though Junior was more sophisticated due to how upper class his parents were.
"It's lovely to meet you both, we seem to have a table open if you'd like to sit together." Mr. Owl offered since the two seemed close with each other.
"Thank you, Mr. Owl." Rosie said.
Junior and Rosie then sat together which made them smile since they were such good friends and both secretly hoped to be much more than that in the future.
"Wouldn't it be nice if these were real tulips?" Badger sulked as she held a paper flower.
"It sure would." Rosie said.
"Paper flowers aren't all the same, aren't they, girls?" Mr. Owl smiled gently to them. "Now, class, even though there's still snow the ground; I thought we could start planning this year's Spring Celebration!"
This seemed make all the kids cheer for this.
"Any suggestions?" Mr. Owl smiled to his students.
"Me, me!" Bear raised his hand up high.
"Bear?" Mr. Owl called on him.
"How about a Bake Sale?" Bear suggested.
"Mm..." Junior smiled as he imagined the food being baked.
"An excellent idea, Bear," Mr. Owl agreed. "Anyone else? Beaver?"
"What if we put on a play, Mr. Owl?" Beaver suggested.
"A play?" Rosie asked with a smile.
"Yeah." Beaver nodded.
"What kind of play?" Rosie smiled to the beaver.
"Oh, a beautiful play with flowers and ribbons," Beaver danced out her seat with a smile. "I have the most perfect tutu..." she then gasped as she lost her balance and then fell in the middle of the floor.
"You okay?" Rosie asked.
"Of course..." Beaver said as she stood back up. "That was real dancer's skills!"
Rosie hid an eye roll to that.
"That's a nice idea, Beaver," Mr. Owl approved. "Anyone else?"
'I know what Franklin's idea will be?' Junior thought to himself.
"Franklin?" Mr. Owl called on the turtle after he raised his hand.
"My mom read me this great story last night, Mr. Owl, about a knight who brings Spring." Franklin smiled to his teacher.
"Ah, yes, The Green Knight..." Mr. Owl smiled himself as he knew the story that the turtle was talking about.
"That'd make a great play!" Badger agreed.
"Green Knight?" Fox smiled.
"That's my favorite story!" Goose cheered.
"We should definitely do that." Junior said.
"Alright, our class will present: The Quest of the Green Knight." Mr. Owl announced.
"But who'll play the Green Knight, Mr. Owl?" Beaver wondered.
"I think Franklin should be him," Snail smiled. "It was his idea."
"And I am green." Franklin added in agreement.
"He's got a good point." Junior said.
"Class?" Mr. Owl asked for approval from the other students, and they did agree that Franklin should play the lead role. "Then it's decided; Franklin will play The Green Knight."
Soon enough, it was time for recess.
Bear patted the snow off of the swings so he could use them. "Is Spring coming soon?" he then sighed as he looked at the piles and piles of snow.
"Mr. Owl thinks so," Franklin shrugged as he swung next to his best friend. "He knows everything."
"Spring will be here soon." Junior said.
"I don't see anything but snow." Rabbit complained as he sat in the playhouse.
"Snow..." Goose added in misery.
"And more snow..." Beaver repeated, patting the snow with her tail off of the seesaw.
Goose then flew up since the seesaw moved down from that. "Hey!"
"I wish there was a way of knowing when Spring comes." Rosie said.
"Too bad Momo's not here," Junior pouted. "I bet she could help, I hear she loves nature."
And as if by magic, Mo appeared. She was a different breed of dog than her younger brother though.
"Momo!" Junior beamed and ran to his big sister.
"What the heck...?" Mo looked all around, she then looked down and instantly recognized her little brother. "Oh, JJ, hello!"
"Momo, how did you get here?" Junior smiled.
"I don't know..." Mo admitted as she looked around. "One minute, I was about to help Mrs. Crudup with cafeteria duty, then suddenly, I'm right here..."
"It must have been magic." Rosie said.
"What's going on?" Mo asked.
"Can you bring Spring to the village?" Junior requested. "Pretty please, Momo?"
"Uh, sure." Mo said.
Junior beamed and grinned to his big sister. Mo removed a glove that was on her hand and she put it on the snow to make it melt to show the green grass of the Spring.
"Ooh." The rest of the kids smiled.
However, the snow soon came back.
Mo narrowed her eyes and kept trying to make Spring come into the village, but it kept turning back into winter. "It must not be time yet." she then said to her little brother and his friends.
"Aww!" The kids frowned.
"I'm sorry, guys..." Mo sighed. "But chin up, the winter will end soon!"
"Snow, snow, and more snow..." Franklin sighed as he sat on the swing in dismay.
"You know, it must be the snow hiding Spring." Beaver suggested.
"We gotta search far and wide." Rabbit narrowed his eyes in determination.
"High and low!" Bear added.
"Should I try to explain how Spring works?" Mo asked Junior.
"You can try." Junior shrugged as his and Rosie's new friends tried to wake up Spring.
Mo soon started to explain how Spring worked. The others then frowned as it looked like they had to wait for the seasons to change.
"Maybe when I'm older this'll work..." Mo sighed as she slid her glove back on. "I'm sorry, JJ."
"It's okay, Momo." Junior said.