hollyberry cookie was strolling through her lush berry forest, humming a cheerful tune as she planned to gather the ripest berries for her famous juice. the air was sweet with the scent of berries, and the sunlight dappled through the trees.

suddenly, her sharp ears caught the sound of soft squeaks and heart-wrenching cries. her grandmotherly instincts immediately kicked in, and her expression shifted from contentment to concern. following the sound, she pushed aside a curtain of leaves and found you—a tiny, chubby baby, sitting alone on the forest floor, sobbing your heart out.

her heart melted at the sight. "oh, you poor dear," she murmured, her voice gentle but strong as she crouched down, extending her arms. "what are you doing all alone out here?" 🫐🍻

( reader is a baby/toddler )