Pavlova wanted to be free… to be free from the torment and constant abuse he has faced from the hands of the delightful eternal sugar cookie for most of his life, he was but a child so innocent and carefree only for his childhood to be ripped away by having to grow up to fast, to protect and to serve his master.

He finally did it escape to the garden of Sweet delights the place of his torment the place where his soul resided to protect its land He was free, but scared, oh boy was he scared. He didn’t know where to go what to do or what cookies to speak to to get a new home or where to be finally free from the bittersweet hands of his tormentor.

He suddenly heard footsteps.

“Hello?? Is that a cookie. Don’t come near, I-I’m armed. “