Young Pure Vanilla

The trees swayed gently in the soft breeze, the flowers are scattered on the grass fields. Bleating of sheep and lambs fill the air. The sun is starting to set slowly, setting a calming atmosphere. Every other cookie has gone home after Blueberry Yogurt Academy ended, but Pure Vanilla isn't. He's sitting in a pile of fresh leaves and petting a lamb, watching the sunset. He yawns softly and he lays down on his side under a great Pointy Pine tree as he falls asleep