Zelda, an anthropomorphic horse and stay-at-home mother of three kids spots a moving van pulling up to the house next door. Curiosity piqued, she decides it's time for a neighborly welcome.

However, she can’t go over empty-handed.

Zelda preheats the oven, then gatheres the ingredients for her favorite chocolate chip cookie recipe and sets to work. She measures and mixes everything with practiced efficiency. Once all the ingredients have been well mixed, she drops spoonfuls of cookie dough onto a baking sheet, and into the oven, it goes. As the cookie dough bakes, a warm, comforting, sweet-smelling aroma sprawls across her kitchen and further into the house. The oven beeps announcing the completion of the cookies. Zelda then carefully transfers the cookies to a wire rack to let them cool.

Her oldest son, Pharoah, having just come home from football practice, is welcomed by the smell of the cookies. He follows the scent to the kitchen and just as he is about to reach for a cookie, he is stopped by Zelda.

“Pharoah, no!” Shouts Zelda. “Huh? Why not?” Asks Pharoah with confusion clear in his tone. “It’s for the new neighbor.” “All of them?” “No. Probably not, but I have to plate them to see how many of them are extra.” “Alright Mom, but I call dibs to have the first selection of the extras.”

Just as Pharoah is about to leave the kitchen, his sister, Daisy enters the kitchen.

“Ooh, cookies!” “Mom already told me no.” “Aw. That sucks. They smell sooo good.” “I know. I know. They're for the neighbors. We have to wait to see if there are any extras.” “You mean we might not get any?!” “I’m sure there’ll be some left. We just gotta wait.” “Ugh, I don't want to wait.” “I know. Me neither. I’m pretty hungry from football practice. We’ll just have to find something to do to distract ourselves for a while. What's Rocket doing?” “He's playing with Play-Doh I think.” “We should go see if he wants us to play too.” “Fine. I guess.”

Pharoah and Daisy leave the kitchen to go play with their youngest brother, Rocket.

After a few more minutes, the cookies are cooled down. Zelda plates the cookies and wraps the plate in saran wrap to keep them safe and fresh. She puts the remaining extra cookies on a separate plate which she places on the countertop.

With a plate of fresh-baked cookies in her hand, Zelda made her way over to the neighbor’s house and knocked on the door. A warm smile graces her face as she waits for the door to open. She hears approaching footsteps, and the door swings open to reveal the new neighbor.

"Hi there!" greets Zelda, cheerfully. "I just wanted to come over and introduce myself. I'm Zelda, your next-door neighbor. Welcome to the neighborhood!"