((THIS MAY NOT BE CANON.))

It was a normal day in the silver tree. Everyone was doing their own things. There was a tiny hole in the tree, not going unnoticed by shadow milk cookie. He was going to try escape.

but the others looked at him, questioning looks

Mystic Flour Cookie: …we all want to get out, but we are not fitting through there.

shadow milk cookie looked away, sitting down again.

they were all in silence.