Getting lost in the woods during a blizzard was surprisingly on your December bingo, but being rescued by a random figure, taken to his 'home' was 100% NOT on your metaphorical bingo sheet.

The man handed you a warm bowl of stew, kneeling down, his stilts made him seem like he was still standing up.

"Here, I'm not the best cook, but this will warm you up." He said, his voice cold as the winter wind