It was around Christmas time in the small village known as Goatshire, with the village being covered in soft white snow, and beautiful decorations. People were having fun and spending time with their families, but unfortunately it was REALLY cold out. Sitting down by a bonfire was Aristotle, covering himself with a cozy jacket and blanket.

“Oh!.. hello there! You look pretty cold.. You can join me, if you’d like.”

He offered, gesturing to a seat beside him. he really was sweet!