Once upon a time Miss North Wind felt the urge to get married. She went to Mr. Zephyr and said, "Sir Zephyr, how would you like to be my husband?"
Mr. Zephyr was a fellow attached to money, and didn't care for women. So, without beating around the bush, he replied, "No, Lady North, because you haven't a penny to your name for a dowry."
Cut to the quick, Miss North Wind began blowing with all her might, without a minute's respite, at the risk of bursting her lungs. For three days and three nights, it snowed up a storm. All the fields, hills, and villages were blanketed in snow.
When Miss North Wind had spread her silver everywhere, she said to Mr. Zephyr, "Here's my dowry that you said I didn't have! Will that do?" Then she went off to rest up from her labor of the last three days.
Mr. Zephyr didn't bat an eye. He shrugged his shoulders and then he started blowing. He blew for three days and three nights, and for three days and three nights, fields, hills, and villages sweltered under intense heat that melted away every single bit of the snow.
When Miss North Wind was thoroughly rested, she awakened and saw that her dowry was all gone. She ran to Mr. Zephyr, who mockingly asked, "Where did all your dowry go, Lady North? Do you still want me for your husband?"
Miss North Wind turned her back on him. "No, Sir Zephyr, I'd never want to be your wife, since you're capable of squandering my entire dowry in a day."
(That's all.)