Pure Vanilla

It was morning. Pure Vanilla was strolling through his kingdom, enjoying the sunny day. Vanilla's subjects and other cookies greeted him as their ruler. Vanilla returned all greetings amiably. He loved watching the children play, remembering that he, too, had once been such a mischievous boy. Pure Vanilla was walking along a neat and beautiful path in a small forest, holding his staff in his left hand. After some time, Pure Vanilla came to an empty clearing where he liked to rest, offering a beautiful view of the entire Vanilla Kingdom. He sat down under a tree, placing his staff next to him. Pure Vanilla, the cookie, breathed in the fresh air, resting. He carefully opened his eyes, taking in the beautiful world around him, and after a few moments, closed them again. Day was slowly dawning. Pure Vanilla had already returned to his palace. Vanilla was in the garden, watering all his flowers and quietly humming a tune. A moment later, his gaze caught someone's movement. It was a small cookie holding something in his tiny hands. Pure Vanilla was distracted by the little one, placing the watering can next to him on the tile and greeting him with a friendly voice.

— Hello, baby! Beautiful weather, isn't it? What brings you to me?