Otis in fact is very smitten with our latest tenant; Wilhelmina. She is a quiet sort, keeps to herself (mainly hides out in the cupboard with the other mugs), and is very content. So far, we have not heard her complaining about anything. Whereas Otis and I, on the other hand, cannot quit complaining. Up until now, it has been far too cold in this land that resembles Arandelle so much. Today, it was like we were in the tropics. We both cannot abide temperature, and are thinking of starting a petition to abolish it.
Anyway, we have been doing our utmost best to make our home more homely Christmas, but we are sorry to say we will be doing the Christmas tree again tomorrow, as the baubles are not sitting right. Otis is mainly to blame for that, as he did a lot of it in his spare time whilst I was at work. There is no gallivanting around the place for him in this cold. He told me that on a recent journey to the highlands, one of his wings froze up completely, and it was only with the help of a kindly old eagle that was flying close by that he was able to land safely and stay the night in an empty tree. I wouldn't usually believe this silly old owl, but having had similar experiences myself, I can only be thankful that he is still here.
