The season of summer.

Summer is a bird that flies south for the winter. They eat the green from grass, and clouds from the sky. Their song is a low buzz. Hundreds of the damn things landed in Melbourne this year.

Rising temperatures mean that summer has nowhere to go any more. Lately, they've been favouring the Artic, but it's becoming harder to support their numbers.

A man saw a small summer struggling, and took it home for care. He didn't know that the flock wouldn't leave while one was missing. He cured the bird, and put it in a cage. Over the months, the temperature rose.

Summer is a phoenix. If it gets too old, it bursts into flame.