Winter was here, and pretty much everyone was sleeping. There was no one outside by the annoying Sir Slush snowmen who tossed snowballs at anything that moved, the Grumblin Hoods who somehow stayed warm simply walked back and forth in the soft, white snow, and all the snarebear plants were dead and wilted. The winds from the north began to blow more harshly, making the snow covered forest colder.
"Eck! Why did I think being out here was a good idea?" The Grumblin Hood by the abandoned Zubba Hive bemoaned as he shook his head, shivering as he held his pixelated arms together. "I should be inside the giant blue colored tree, having some nice tree sap, but no, I'm out here, freezing my butt off!"
As he continued gripping, he got hit in the back by a snowball launched from a snorting Sir Slush. The impact of the snowball caused the Grumblin Hood to fall off, landing face first on the hard ice below, which in turn killed him.
