The windy chill of the winter night swept over the skin like a slightly dull knife, cutting into one's flesh with a prickling pain.
As they just turned from the gate into a straight tree-lined path, someone suddenly popped out, blocking their way.
Obby Stuart sharply said, "Edbert, why didn't you come find us?"
As he spoke, he already handed over a large bucket of piping hot Family Bucket to Edbert Walker, "I had Melon Mom save the last bit for you."
"Crunch!"
Edbert Walker pulled out a chicken leg, bit down with a loud crunch, and the fragrance spread through the air. He greedily gulped down a few bites before he nonchalantly said, "I was just about to go find you guys, and you all returned, didn't you?"
"Really? I thought..."
Obby Stuart quickly stopped himself, then excitedly asked, "Edbert, does that mean you beat Henry Cooper?"
"Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!"
