The gentle breeze rustled the leaves of a large oak tree while a carefree Cookie whistled to himself under it. Lemon Curd Cookie had sent an entire search party to find his brother, having not seen him the wntire morning or day at all.

But there he was, Lemon Zest Cookie, sprawled out on his back, propped up against a tree's sturdy trunk, gazing up at the fluffy, white clouds drifting lazily across the sky. One arm was tucked behind his head, the other absently plucking at a blade of grass. His bow laid forgotten beside him.