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Winters are always difficult for the Oppai, but Little Beaver has found that winter in Spaghetti Town, with its lack of game and edible vegetation, is especially tough.
Fortunately the small glass pond in the battle lodge is always stocked with fish and the long, rectangular objects she finds strewn about the place burn as hot as the driest kindling.
After a quick dinner of angelfish roasted over a pile of flaming yoga mats she resumes her training.
An angry, ear splitting screech heralds the coming of a fierce rain which drenches Little Beaver to the bone and extinguishes her small campfire.
She recalls a time in the not too distant past when flames threatened to consume the battle lodge.
Evidently the spirits that currently inhabit the lodge remember the fire too.
