"The Beast slowly minced his way out onto the ice. Once clear of the verge, he stopped - or tried to. His feet swept him swiftly forwards and upwards, and his body slammed down, right onto his backside. He got up, then fell again. And then again. "Perhaps you should let me help you!" Belle called from across the pond, where she was cutting a graceful arc on the ice. "Master, perhaps we should tie a pillow to your backside!" Cogsworth shouted fretfully from the shore. The Beast turned and glared at him."