John was cold. And he was not used to cold. His parents had always had fires going. But John didn't want to risk a fire, in case someone was watching. "Maybe some company would be nice." "Yeah cause I'm sure they'd be uber friendly." John said to himself. He was wrapped up in the few clothes he had and he was still cold as ice. And night was coming. "Tomorrow I'm killing a bear and taking it's fur." John said.