Of course, all that good eating winds up catching up with him, when he's fattened up to put the portliest turkey to shame, but when the colder weather comes around, what better feeling could there be than resting with a hot cup of tea, fat and happy as a pheasant could hope to ever be? Chances are, he's grown content enough that he's not even worried about the lingering glaces he's given, especially when they're followed up soon after by a full loaf of cornbread for him to enjoy, or a bowl of cranberry sauce...

Artwork was again commissioned from Squeakie on FA.