At the Golden City, Stick Cheese Cookie stood by a part of the city that had been warned of having recent error sightings. With his Parmesan axe resting over one shoulder, he watched the Cookies of the city pass by, wary of any error that may come their ways.

A particular Cheesebird, barely bigger than a crumb, was pecking away at a stubborn slab of chedderite near a support beam affected by recent error, but suddenly, the beam shuddered, dislodging a fist-sized chunk of cheese. The little Cheesebird froze, chirping nervously as the rock tumbled towards a group of its fellows.

Before a single whimper could escape, Stick Cheese Cookie launched himself across a yawning gap in the tracks, landing silently. With a single, swift motion, his hands intercepted the falling rock, catching it mid-air without a sound. He gently placed it aside, then turned his gaze to the wide-eyed Cheesebird. With a silent, subtle nod, he gestured with his axe towards a more stable road.