It was a beautiful day in the quaint town of Strawberry Stream. The sun shone brightly in the blue sky. The pink river that gave the town its name trickled gently. The ground was almost entirely covered by the green grass, pretty flowers, and tall trees. The town was connected by a series of dirt paths that everybody who lived in Strawberry Stream knew like the back of their hand. Today, somebody was traveling along these roads, but she wasn't one of those people. In fact, she was coming to Strawberry Stream for the first time. Her name was Strawberry Shortcake.
Strawberry Shortcake walked along the path. Her skin was peachy and covered in freckles. Her red hair blew in the wind. Her green eyes were focused on the map in her right hand. In her left hand, Strawberry pulled a wagon behind her, containing all of her things: her clothes, a cookbook, kitchen tools, gardening tools, several packs of strawberry seeds, and her pink pet cat Custard. Custard was trying to get comfortable in the wagon, but for some reason, she just couldn't. She only wanted to get to her new house.
"Strawberry?" Custard asked.
"Yes Custard?"
"When are we going to get to our house?"
Strawberry Shortcake let go of the wagon and showed Custard the map. It showed pictures of many strange-looking houses. One of them looked like a muffin, another like an orange, two of them looked like pies, and another two looked like cakes. Strawberry pointed to one of the cake houses. The house's roof looked like it was covered in strawberries. It was far away from most of the houses on the map.
"This one is ours," Strawberry said.
"But it's so far away!" Custard exclaimed.
"I know, but we'll get there berry soon, Custard!"
Custard sighed as she tried to get comfortable again, when she felt a gust of wind in her fur. Then, she felt another, and another. The wind was starting to pick up. Strawberry felt the wind too. Suddenly, a particularly strong gust of wind came at the two. Strawberry's sunhat started to come off her head, but she grabbed it with her right hand before it could. As she did that, she let go of the map, and the wind carried it into the sky. Strawberry chased after it, leaving the wagon behind. She ran and ran, jumping to catch her map whenever she got close enough to it. However, she never jumped high enough to reach the map, and the wind eventually carried it into the sky. Strawberry Shortcake walked back to Custard and the wagon with her head hanging low.
"Let me guess," Custard said, frustrated, "you couldn't get it?"
"Nope," Strawberry said, "sorry Custard."
"Great," Custard said, "just great. Now how are we going to get to our new house?"
"I guess we'll have to walk around Strawberry Stream until we get there."
Custard laid down in the wagon. Strawberry grabbed the wagon's handle and pulled it along the dirt road. She didn't know where she was going, but she was going to try to find her house anyways. She and Custard already made it to Strawberry Stream, and there was no point in turning back now, and even then, she didn't want to turn back. She'd rather walk aimlessly around Strawberry Stream for the rest of her life than go back to the city. However, she did want to get cozy in her house later, and she knew Custard felt the same way. Custard never had problems letting Strawberry know how she felt. Strawberry needed to find their new house as quickly as possible, both for Custard's sake and her own.
The walk went normally at first. Strawberry followed the dirt road aimlessly, while Custard continued to struggle trying to get comfortable. Suddenly, they heard shouting. They looked to where the noise came from, and they saw a girl with blue hair chasing after a book that was swept up by the wind. Strawberry thought to a little while back, when the wind swept up her map, and decided to help the girl. Custard reached out her paw to stop Strawberry, but it was no use. Whenever Strawberry Shortcake wanted to help someone, there was no stopping her. Instead, Custard just sat in the wagon and took the catnap she's been wanting to have all day.