The Cold Man
Their once was a small house, it was old and made of old wood and in the winter up on the mountain it was indeed very cold, so much so in the cold winters... although it seemed always to be cold winter on the mountain, the windows frosted over on the inside.
Inside this small and cold house lived a man, he wasnt lonely, for he had his books for company, hed read his days away, with tales of gallant knights and dragons that sung songs.
But there was one problem in his chilly life. It was the cold.
He would have gotten used to it, but every day, it seemed just that little bit colder.
And every day hed wake up with 2 pairs of socks on, and put 2 more on over those, it really was that cold.
One day hed had enough, he had grown so tired of his endless winter up on the mountain.
So he took some paper and a quill with nothing but a few strands of what used to be a mighty peacock feather, though the cold had frozen it and most of the actually feathery bits had fallen of