Pinoko was singing to herself in the kitchen. She knew Doc was busy and didn't want any 'noise" so she wasn't singing very loudly… to start with.
She forgot. Who can make cookie dough without singing?!
The dough was perfect. It had just the right texture, the right sweetness, the right color, the right scent, the right everything. She almost wanted to eat it all, but that meant it wouldn't be any cookies for Doc…
This felt like quite a dilemma. Pinoko stopped singing. She closed her eyes and licked her lips while she mulled it over.
"Pinoko, what are you doing? Dinner already?"
Pinoko jumped at the sudden sound of Doc's voice. She was so busted. There was no way she could eat all the dough now and pretend it had never existed.
"I see", he said and picked up one of her cookie cutters from the table, and answered his own question. "Not dinner, then. Are you having fun?"
Doc sounded like he was in a good mood, and Pinoko got a great idea.
"Yes! Doc, do you want to make cookies? Look how many cookie cutters we have! And I'll find you a rolling pin, too!"
Pinoko could hardly believe her luck when Doc shrugged, nodded, and said:
"Hmm… okay." Doc added, "But I'll not be using this."
He put the cutter back at the table. It was butterfly-shaped. What was wrong with it? All her cookie cutters were so cute, in different shapes and sizes!
Doc took the rolling pin she gave him and began to work on a lump of dough. She hadn't known he knew how to do that, but he worked really quickly and soon he had flattened the dough and it was thin and even on the table, ready to be shaped…
Then he took a small knife, and Pinoko gasped: "What are you going to do with that?!"
"Don't be so impatient; I'll show you", he answered.
What Doc did was that he began to cut the dough; for a moment, it seemed like he had gone crazy somehow and suddenly thought he was performing surgery, but soon Pinoko saw what he was doing. That was why he didn't want to use the butterfly-shaped cutter – Doc made his own shapes with the knife!
The first cookie he cut looked just like Pinoko, and the next was a small copy of Largo, and he made birds and flowers and even his own butterfly, and Pinoko watched him with awe. His cuts were precise and sharp, and he moved the cookies to the baking sheets with the same careful but quick movements.
Pinoko tried to do the same thing. Doc smiled and called her cookies 'very creative'.
At last they were done, and Pinoko realized that she had forgotten to taste the dough while she baked. And their cookies were so beautiful that she almost didn't want to eat them.
Almost. They were far too good to just be looked at!
They were actually delicious, and didn't last many days. Pinoko looked forward to next time Doc was in a cookie-baking mood.