Trixie flopped back on the park bench and pulled her coat up around her neck. Even though the sun shone brightly, the wind was still cold and raw.

"Blah! I'am so over this cold, winter weather," she muttered.

Pulling off her mitten, she reached into her back pocket and pulled out her cell phone.

She clicked it on and noted that the time registered as 12:52 p.m.

" 5....4.....3....2....1...and it’s spring!" Trixie looked around the park as if expecting to see a spontaneous eruption of flowers and trees. When she only saw the brown, barren landscape, she sighed and put her phone back in her pocket.

"So much for that," she said aloud.

"So much for what, Belden?" asked a gruff voice over her shoulder.

Trixie spun around and saw Sergeant Molinson standing behind her.

"Now that it is officially spring, I was just hoping for it to feel more like spring." Shrugging, she stood up and slid her mitten back on.

"Hmm..funny you should mention the word ‘spring’," said Molinson, putting emphasis on the word

"Why?" Trixie asked, her mind and body going on alert.

"It seems that Jonesy was sprung today," Molinson said as he watched Trixie’s face pale under her freckles.