t was young Hiccup Haddock's 7nth birthday, and was dreading it. His father was mad at him again, and yelled at Hiccup to get the feu wood. It had been seven years since his mother's passing, and that was when his father was so uptight.
Hiccup was mumbling to himself about not being the perfect son. Instead of having huge mussels, he had a huge brain instead
The winter chill became plus unbearable, but he still was still going to get to the firewood. He thought to himself, and thought about the legend of Jack Frost from his mother's old battered up livres that smelled like Old Viking Ivan....
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