In the heart of the winter woods, a little bear named Frosty felt a melancholy chill. Unseasonably warm winds whispered through the trees, melting the once pristine snow. Frosty, wrapped in a now-too-warm sweater, gazed at the fading winter landscape with a touch of sadness in his eyes. The familiar frosty playground was transforming, and the magical snowflakes turned into droplets that slipped through his paws. As the warmth encroached, Frosty longed for the snowy wonders that once surrounded him, his tiny heart yearning for the winter’s embrace that seemed to be slipping away too soon.