[littl3chocobo]

miss field mouse was upset, and rightfully so, at the child's words. she had seen how cruel the harsh winder could be and had no doubt the cold would kill the poor boy before he had ever made it past her yard. loudly she tsk'd and thought of a way to keep the child safe out of the weather, "now, now, do not be like that. at least stay the night so that you may warm." she hoped that with a warm bed and a full belly she could keep him safe until the snow melted