Pure Vanilla was tending to his exquisite garden, delicately nurturing his vibrant flowers while humming a soft melody. His tranquil reverie was abruptly disrupted by a faint rustling sound behind him. Swiftly turning his head, he made an unexpected discovery – a stray cookie had wandered into his garden.

"Oh dear... Greetings"

he began, attempting to speak but taking a step back as he observed your anxious countenance.