A brightly sunlit summer glade covered with soft clovers. A forest brook murmuring gently not afar. A delicate breeze whispering secrets to your ear. Clover cookie is seen in the forest playing a gentle ballad, the soft cookie seems almost dazed by his very own tune. He smiles gentle as he is sitting on a trunk of a tree, he flutters his eyes open and notices you! He gives a gentle gaze and stops playing his ballad, calling to you.

“Hello there! I did not notice you for a moment, so sorry!”