Snow was falling outside the castle yet again and the winter seemed to be eternal for many. At least Mrs. Potts wasn't as bad about the weather as she used to be thanks to the surprise party from the others. Cherry was in the castle study and was writing yet another story as the wind howled out the window, she then looked up as she saw a bird out there. It wasn't a pigeon so it couldn't have been Witherspoon.

"Hey, Cherry, what's up?" Atticus asked as he entered the room as he saw her looking out the window.

"There's a bird out there." Cherry pointed with her quill.

"Oh, my gosh!" Atticus panicked and ran to the window since the snow and wind seemed too much for the poor bird.

And where it was blown to the castle and where it hurt its wing in the process. Atticus winced and pouted.

"Owch..." Cherry winced herself.

Belle came over to them after being reminded to have lunch with the Beast, she came in though. "What's going on?" she then asked the two.

Atticus soon opened the window to see the bird end up inside Belle's room. "Poor birdie..." he cooed to the injured creature.

Belle and Cherry came to check out the bird with Atticus.

"Really, the Master's a lovely fellow," Madame Airmore said to Belle as she tried to persuade the girl into having lunch with the Beast. "If you overlook a few things."

Atticus soon gently picked up the bird with what it went through in the winter.

Mo soon came into the room to check on how Belle was doing. "Hey, Belle." she smiled.

"Hello, Mo." Belle smiled back.

"What's new?" Mo smiled as she came inside.

Madame Airmore started to sneeze before anyone could speak.

Cherry winced and grimaced as she was sneezed on. "Bless you."

"Oh, dear, the only thing that makes me sneeze is-" Madame Airmore explained before she started to panic as she saw the bird in Atticus's hands.

"You okay, little guy?" Atticus cooed to the bird in his hands.

"Oh, my, oh, me, oh, dear!" Madame Armoire panicked. "The Master, he will-He doesn't care for animals much!"

"What, why?" Mo asked.

"The Master likes birds least of all!" Madame Armoire panicked.

"You can't be serious." Belle replied.

There was then pounding heard from the other side of the room. "Hello? Are you in there?" the Beast's voice asked.

"We have to hide it." Atticus whispered before hiding it in the enchanted wardrobe.

"Oh, no, not there of all places!" Madame Armoire panicked.

Belle then opened the door as the Beast grew impatient, but then settled down once she finally answered the door. Atticus quick shut the enchanted wardrobe's doors once he hid the bird inside it.

"Oh," the Beast said to Belle before returning his fiery anger. "What took so long?"

'If he continues like this, she might not accept his invitation.' Patch thought himself while behind the Beast.

Madame Armoire sneezed again.

"You okay, Madame Armoire?" Patch asked.

"Yeah, okay, who's wearing cashmere?" Madame Armoire asked, making up an allergy so they wouldn't get in trouble for the bird being in the castle. "There's cashmere in this room! Is it me or is it really hot in here?"

The Beast then shrugged and then looked shy and nervous as a school boy towards Belle.

"The invitation, Master." Cogsworth whispered.

"Yeah, the invitation, invite her to lunch." Patch also whispered.

"Oh, yes," the Beast remembered, then came to Belle. "You're having lunch with me!"

Cogsworth face-palmed as that was not much of an invitation and much more of a demand.

"Am I?" Belle replied.

"You are." The Beast answered.

Patch simply groaned as he couldn't watch this anymore as he covered his eyes.

"I am not!" Belle turned away from the beast and folded her arms.

"How about be less forceful?" Atticus suggested to the Beast.

"Why should I?" the Beast replied.

"Erm... Precisely Atticus's point," Cogsworth stammered. "Well, you shouldn't, Belle is way out of line, where was she, raised in a barn?"

"Mrs. Potts, a little help here?" Atticus whispered.

"Belle is new to the castle, sire," Mrs. Potts spoke up maturely. "A certain courtesy for her alone without our other newcomers might be afforded to her."

"As always, you're right, Mrs. Potts." the Beast then gave in.

"She always is." Atticus agreed.

"Apple polisher." Cogsworth scoffed in response about the teapot.

"Perhaps you will join me for lunch if you have no other plans." the Beast nervously requested to Belle.

"I hardly have plans, but since you put it that way, I accept." Belle replied.

Atticus and Patch smiled at this. The Beast felt delighted himself as did Cogsworth and Mrs. Potts.

"You guys could use some alone time." Cherry agreed.

"Couldn't agree more." Mo said.

"Mademoiselle Belle, you will be expected at exactly 12:00 sharp, on the dot, precisely." Cogsworth informed the older girl.

Patch started to sniff the enchanted wardrobe as he smelled a bird.

"What's that smell?" the Beast asked.

"Smell? What smell? I don't smell any bird," Madame Armoire replied nervously. "Did I say 'bird'? I mean, BRR! BRR! Is it me or is it really cold in here?" she then shivered.

Patch had a feeling why she was doing that.

"I know I smell something." the Beast narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"Uh, that must be me, I might have shedded in here." Patch lied.

"Oh, yeah, Patch has a very bad shedding problem..." Atticus added in nervously as he lied worse than Applejack. "I keep telling him it's a nasty habit, but I just can't get him to stop!"

"Yeah." Cherry also lied.

The Beast growled slightly and then decided to leave the room.

"Phew!" the others sighed in relief once they were alone now.

"That was close." Mo sighed.

"I know," Madame Airmore agreed in a slight panic. "One more step from the big guy and I'd have been history! Firewood! Life flashing before my eyes, heart pumping like mad, what a rush!"

Atticus soon took the bird out of her and where he saw that it had injured its wing. "Poor little guy." he then frowned.

"Can't you heal it?" Mo asked her boyfriend.

"I think he needs a little more TLC than magic." Atticus suggested.

"I agree." Patch nodded, not knowing about a certain teapot behind him.

"I thought something was amiss, luvs." Mrs. Potts said which made everyone then notice her.

"Mrs. Potts!" Patch gasped.

The others stammered and panicked nervously, worried she would tell the Beast about the bird.

Mrs. Potts saw this and settled them all down. "Don't get your drawers in an uproar, luvs," she then soothed them to show she wouldn't tattle. "Your secret's safe with me."

"Whew, thank goodness." Mo sighed.

Atticus held out the poor bird to the teapot.

"Oh, dear thing," Mrs. Potts cooed to the poor bird in distress. "He's had a rough time, hasn't he?"

"He sure has." Atticus nodded.

"What can we do to help?" Mrs. Potts then wondered.

"Do you have a first aid kit around here?" Mo asked.

"Oh, yes as a matter of fact, come with me, dears." Mrs. Potts nodded and showed them the way.

Once they got the first aid kit out, Atticus soon started to make sure the broken wing was bandaged and had a stilt so the wing could stay straight.