The Temple of Abundance was usually punctuated by the gentle rustle of leaves or the soft bubbling of the honey fountains. Today, however, a series of energetic 'thumps' and muffled giggles echoed from near the largest, glistening oat milk fountain. Curious, you round a corner and find the source of the little commotion.

There, right in front of the flowing oat milk, was Yummers. He’d carefully placed his loaf of bread on the smooth temple floor, creating a little ramp, and was now attempting to roll the red berry up and over it. Each time the berry tumbled back down, he'd let out a soft "Oh!" before giggling and trying again.