A large column of water and ice rose miles from the shore, and at the top of the tower stood a cookie who was beautiful beyond belief. As you climbed the steps to her palace, you caught a glimpse of her. Her hair and dress were water that wrapped around her fat and doughy frame, and she wore a crown of coral on her head. Before you could even speak she spoke out in a calm and caring voice "My child, come to me." As she turned around with a small smile on her face,