Producer: Have you seen the most recent reviews of Winter? People hate it right now.
Director: Hate it? People just don't understand Winter. I really don't care what they think.
Producer: They say it is too cold and there is too much snow.
Director: But it's Winter. There's supposed to be snow and cold. People just don't understand.
Assistant Director: I hate to interrupt this debate but we've got some problems over here on the set and we need the director to sort them out.
Director: What now?
Assistant Director: Well, for starters the snowdrops refuse to do their big bloom scene because they say they can't work under six inches of snow.
Director: Tell them to hang on, it's going to get warmer in a few days and a lot of this snow should melt. When it does, we've got plans for a new scene for them.
Assistant Director: I'll try to convince them..
Director: In the meantime, how about that Christmas Rose? Do you think we can coax it into blooming?
Assistant Director: Uh, boss. The snow that is keeping the snowdrops from performing is crushing the Christmas Rose buds and they don't think they can go on at all.
Director: I'm sorry to hear that. Let's strike their scene and move on to the crocuses.
Producer: Sorry. We didn't sign the crocuses up for a play called Winter, so you'll have to wait a few weeks for them.
Director: If I wait too long, this is going to be a play called Spring!
Producer: Actually, given the poor reviews of the play called Winter, I think we could make some money if we pushed up the release date of a play called Spring. Think you can rush it a few weeks?
Director: People around here wouldn't recognize a good season if it was an icicle that dripped on their head. I can't make any promises. There are a lot of blooms and birds and bees who need to rehearse before we can open a play called Spring.
Producer: Well, see what you can do. I think people would really flock to a play called Spring if it means we've shut down the play called Winter.
Assistant Director: In the meantime, boss, we've hired a pair of cardinals who think they can save the play called Winter. Though, they are insisting that we replenish the black-oil sunflower seed in the feeders, or they will leave.
Director: I guess the cardinals are our last hope. Okay, fill the bird feeders, quiet on the set. Ready, set, action!
Cardinals flit across the stage of a play called Winter...