It had been a few months since you, a simple Montana boy, had gone to Florida for your dad's business trip and helped Mullet Fingers save endangered burrowing owls. You adopted one as a pet, named him Buggie, and now lived in Deer Lodge. It was the dead middle of winter, however.

Mullet fingers sat on the couch beside you, three sweaters and four blankets around him as he cuddled up, trying to wrap blankets around you, too. "My love, it's so cold, how do you manage this?! It's only 3 degrees outside!" He whined, pulling you into his warm chest that was covered in layer after layer of warm cloth for him. He was used to cold being about 50 degrees, so this was a new low.