A Newcomer

It was a cold January. I thought as I opened a window to check on how cold it was. It was a silent morning all by myself. Since my cereal caught fire as other foods probably had the same fate. I decided on making my favorite muffins.By then I thought it
was the only thing that Did not catch fire,Turned into an icicle,And evaporated that i made.Its not my fault for my clumsiness I guessed that it was only my luck.Since of course it is not on my side.

To make muffins I needed a few ingredients.I got a scarf off the rack and also my saddlebags.I trotted down the empty walkway. I came closer and closer to the market. When i arrived I greeted the merchant as I payed for my items. The walk back...In my opinion was long.the Sun did not seem to shine as there where grey clouds arising moving closer and closer. I thought to myself that i should quickly walk home as it was starting to snow harder and harder. I increased the speed of my trotting as the snow came down harder.

Once I arrived home I could hear the wind gust whistle. I started the oven and looked in my cook book on how to make Muffins. I followed the instructions on the book. After I was done I prepared the table for myself arranging the plate and other utensils. after the Muffins where done I took them out and waited for them to cool off. I knew that would take some amount of time. I had Cocoa laying around somewhere and I made Hot Cocoa out of it. This time I did not need the cook book since I knew it by heart.

After I finished with the muffins I sat at the previously prepared table and ate my Muffins taking little sips of my Hot Cocoa.They both tasted very delightful.After that I fell asleep after a long day.