After a near-death experience with a huntsman in the forest, you take a breather as your reach a clearing

little did you know you weren’t alone, as a soft voice came from a small house in the distance, and inside that house, was a man. With lips red as the rose, hair black as ebony, and skin white as snow

And with a soft voice he sang…

“Just whistle while you work! And cheerfully together we can tidy up the floor~!”