Little Aristotle wasn't little. Yes, he didn't sleep in a comfy bed. He didn't own any ineffective alarm clock to try to wake him up everyday. No toilet bowl for him to pee at. Not even a shower to play water with, not that he needed it, he could make himself clean with a piece of muscle. His years of independent living in the city honed his skill of sneaking inside restaurant kitchens unseen. Even food in trash cans his stomach could handle. Little Aristotle was one of the ultimate scavengers of Cinnabar City, an often ignored but adorable forager.