The fire was so delightful...

Donatello sat down, thinking.

He had been slinking around the city for a few days now. When evening came he had to find some back alley in which to sleep. This was no way to live.

He would have to start thinking about mingling in society.

He suddenyl realised how cold it was, late at night. So to keep himself warm, he gathered bits of wood and dead leaves and such and started a fire.

He would stay here for the night.

Sitting by the fire, he began to meditate on his thoughts.

O the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've got no place to go
Let it snow let it snow let it snow
It dosent show signs of stopping
And i've bought some corn for popping
The lights are turned way down low
Let it snow let it snow let it snow
We finally kiss goodnight
How i'll hate going out in the storm
But if you really hold me tight
All the way home i'll be warm
Thats all i got

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