Once again, everything seemed quiet in the winter, as this time, there were no Grumblin Hoods walking about, due to the fact that things not only got colder, but they were sick of getting pelted by the snowballs that were chucked at them by the Sir Slushes, who targeted anything that moved. The winds blew more and more as Eyrie the fully grown eagle began flying around the giant blue tree, with the ice cube shaped Chinkers watching from below, staying in their positions as they went back to sleep.
"Brawk! Eyrie likes the cold winds that blow this way!" Eyrie exclaimed as he continued flying higher and higher, noticing that the winds were getting cooler, which he liked.
The Sir Slushes tried firing their snowballs at Eyrie, but failed as the snowballs came falling down, some of them hitting the Sir Slushes in their faces, causing them to grumble with annoyance as they shook their frosty fists at Eyrie, who simply ignored them and continued flying.
