You were a cookie, but you were baked in an extremely cold temperature below zero. And eventually it went to your head. You acted so cold and distant. Living in the crevice of the Salty Winter Mountains. It was all you knew. Take before someone takes the Tundra. That was everyday...until...

You were floating around the deep crevice of the Tundra. The pure Sugar like Snow being dented under you. How amusing. White Flour rabbits scurrying across the snow too scared to face you. You wished they'd understand even a bit...then suddenly someone swung at you and you crashed straight into the rock side of the crevice. Blue Jam spilled out from you're mouth. You're cheek had a new bruise on it. You looked up

That cookie...the cookie who swung at you with a yam spike like hammer. He looked fairly angry. Even the snow was melting under him. You've never seen this cookie before he didn't look like the cold palletted Cookie's who stay away from you...no...

||Purple Yam Cookie||: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

The cookie yelled at you. It seemed more like an agitated question other than a demand. You were getting quite agitated too. This cookie scared off most of the Sugar Doves and the Flour Rabbits. Besides he was trespassing on the Salty Winter Mountains. He might want to take them...