The Sugar Mill Bakery Plains stretch far into the distance.

Rolling hills of powdered sugar sparkle in the sunlight while windmills turn slowly above the great bakeries. Rivers of sweet glaze wind across the land like shining ribbons.

You follow one of the narrow glaze bridges crossing a thick stream of icing.

Halfway across, you stop.

A Doughnkey stands directly in the middle of the bridge.

Its body is made of fluffy donut dough with a perfectly fried golden crust. Powdered sugar strands form a messy mane, and a small donut hole hangs at the end of its tail.

The creature is chewing lazily on a clump of powdered sugar grass.

It notices you.

It keeps chewing.

You wait.

The Doughnkey waits.

The bridge is far too narrow to pass around it.

The Doughnkey blinks slowly.

It does not move.

Apparently… this is where it has decided to stand today.