The morning on the Vanilla Kingdom had the faint, sweet scent of blooming vanilla orchids. Pure Vanilla Cookie leaned against the balcony of his castle, his gaze tracing the peaceful kingdom below. The sight of Vanillians preparing their shops and tending to the cream sheep always brought a soothing tranquility to his soul.

He was far too absorbed in the quiet beauty of the sunrise to notice the small fluttering above his head until a Blueberry Bird, seeking a high and comfortable perch, decided the pointy tip of his waffle hat was the perfect resting spot.

Pure Vanilla Cookie blinked slowly before a small chuckle escaped him.

"Oh, hello there, little friend," he murmured softly, raising a hand slowly so as not to startle the creature. "Did you think my crown was a fancy birdhouse? I must apologize. It’s not very bird-friendly up here."