It was a beautiful summer day, not too warm with chilly wind, almost like a spring day. A perfect day for the Harvest Festival, where all farmers can sell their produce.

Spinach Cookie dragged, no, carried you to this festival. You huffed in her arms, you weren’t as fixated on healthy food like her but you promised that the date location was her choice.

“Oh! I think we are earlier!”

She squealed in delight as she watched some cookies set up their booths.