Honey tied a tiny black and yellow striped scarf around her neck, as she sniffed the cool breeze that came in through the window. The harvest season was almost over; the majority of her fields lay empty, awaiting the spring when she would sow new seeds again. Her farm appeared barren, with only a few sparse bits of growth here and there. The frost was already settling in, and it wouldn't be long before everything was coated in a blanket of snow.