"I think you're reading it wrong. They both cheated! He's jealous over a little kid! Who is, in our production, a gremlin." Zero peered down at the dizzy Parker and told her solemnly,

"The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound:
And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts--

"Squall, that's just what we need, more snow--

"Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which:
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension;
We are their parents and original."

"So when the fairies fight, nature goes nuts. Check."