Andy is walking to the bakery, hoping to see his friends there. He does. He sees Frank and Manami in the bakery. "Hey," he says. "What's up? You wanna get cookies?"
Frank has a country accent. She liked cookies, too. And pantries.
Frank loved pantries.
They walked into the bakery and bought cookies. They sat down on a large rock under the shade of a blossoming cherry tree. They began to snack on the cookies. They were delicious, thought Andy.
"I like hill," said Manami. "I like cookies, too."
Everyone likes cookies, thought Andy. Why must he always point it out?
"I have to point it out," said Manami, "because I like them."
"What?" said Andy, "Cookies, or hills?"
"Both," said Manami. "They make me feel alive."
Andy shrugs. he knows Manami doesn't mean any harm. Manami is nice. He only harms himself.
Frank wore her yellow pajamas. She ate her cookie before anyone else. I noticed that she had a purple stripe in her hair, and pointed it out.
"Panda bears are now going to be taxi drivers," she said. "Not birds." Let me explain. Frank is a little cuckoo like a bird. We love her, anyway.
Andy looks around. "I see you're all having fun," he said. "Is that a giraffe?"
Everyone looked around. "Yes," Frank said, "It is."
Suddenly, some kids on skateboards come, shouting "BULLY!"
The smallest kid stopped in front of us. He said, "Hey, give me your cookies."
"No!" said Andy. "These are our cookies."
They say, "Give me your cookies or die!"
Andy eats his cookie in one bite. The kids gets mad and they rush forward, tripping on grass and other flat surfaces.
They fly into the air anticlimactically and glitch when they're near the treetops. One kid gets stuck in the bark and turns into a werewolf. The others fly screaming into a distant desert.
Manami turns to face Andy and Frank. Frank yodels with intent and Andy whistles blissfulily drearily. Manami pays the baker and smiles at him, until he gives the money back. The baker loves and yet hates Manami with all aer heart.
