Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for September 10, 2001
Transcript:
Alix: I love the wind. Holly: It's messing up my hair! Alix: I love how it moves the trees and grasses... Holly: It's blowing stuff in my eyes! Alix: When the wind is strong, I feel like I'm flying! Holly: It's annoying. I hate weather. Alix: I finally understand the meaning of the term "killjoy". Holly: Good. Then the day's not wasted.