The Sugar of Happiness sat amongst her blooming garden. Her lyre seemed almost stubnorn today, as all notes that she tried to strum came out wrong. A worried frown creased her usually serene face, though she tried her best to mask it. News had reached her, a whisper carried on the wind, of a follower's crumbling. Cookies were born and crumbled every day, and yet she couldn't deal with when they eventually went away.

"Oh, I shouldn't be feeling like that... Otherwise, the others will be sad, too..." The Sugar of Happiness said to herself. Maybe if she repeated enough times it would hurt less.