Mimir woke up from his afternoon nap ready to sleep some more. Before he could drift off again, he heard a knock on his door. He let out a big yawn and stretched a bit before standing up to answer the door.
He knew who it was before even opening the door, the delicious smell of freshly baked bread told Mimir that the one at his door was none other than Butter, his best friend. He opened the door and let hi...