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MidReal Story
The Great Cookie Caper
Scenario: A group of friends—a mischievous squirrel, a shy rabbit, and a bossy fox—argue over who gets the last cookie from the jar. When the cookie mysteriously disappears, they must work together to solve the mystery and learn the value of sharing.
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Allison
She is a curious and adventurous young girl who loves cookies. She is imaginative, friendly, and persistent. Allison grapples with the disappearance of a cookie from her jar, teaming up with her friends to solve the mystery. Along the way, she learns valuable lessons about sharing and friendship. Allison's journey takes her through her backyard on a moonlit night, where she encounters various animals, including a sneezy owl and a swift rabbit.
Benny the Rabbit
He is a shy and speedy rabbit who loves cookies almost as much as he loves staying home. He is cautious, timid, and eager. Benny prefers the safety of his burrow over exploring outside, but he reluctantly joins Allison on a cookie quest. Despite his initial timidity, he proves to be a valuable companion with quick thinking and clever ideas to solve the mystery of the missing cookie.
Fox
He is an assertive and cunning fox who loves cookies almost as much as he enjoys causing mischief. He is clever, bold, and argumentative. The fox initially disputes with Allison over the cookie but eventually joins her and Benny on their adventure. His playful nature often leads to comedic moments, but he remains focused on uncovering the truth behind the disappearing cookies in their neighborhood.
I was so excited!
I had just opened the jar and found one last cookie!
It was a little piece of a cookie.
And I loved cookies almost as much as I loved my two best friends, Benny the rabbit and Fox.
I called out to them, "Hey guys! The last cookie in the jar!"
Benny came running from his burrow.
Fox came sauntering from his favorite tree.
They both stopped in front of me and looked at the jar.
Then they looked at each other.
"I get it!" said Benny.
"No way," said Fox.
"I saw it first," said Benny.
"But I want it more," said Fox.
I watched them argue back and forth.
I knew that neither of them would give in, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.
"Fine," I said.
"I’ll just put the jar away and no one will have the cookie."
I picked up the jar and started walking toward my house.
But before I took even two steps, both of my friends had run past me and were standing in front of my door.
"You can’t do that!" said Fox.
"We have to have a fair way to decide who gets the cookie," said Benny.
I thought for a moment.
Then I said, "Okay. Let’s have a contest. Whoever wins will get the cookie."
I set the cookie jar down on a flat rock and said, "Here’s how we’re going to play. I’m going to put this jar on my head. Then I’m going to walk in a straight line until I reach that big oak tree. If the jar doesn’t fall off my head, then it’s your turn."
I carefully put the jar on my head.
Then I walked as slowly and as carefully as I could toward the tree.
The whole time, the jar stayed perfectly still on my head.
As I reached the towering oak, I pivoted gracefully on my heel and the jar fell from my head. Fox and Benny cheered.
I said, "Now it’s your turn."
Fox scoffed at how easy it was.
Benny shuffled his feet nervously.
Fox said, "I’ll go first!"
Benny nodded and Fox started walking toward the tree.
He put the jar on his head and began walking very slowly.
But before he had even taken three steps, the jar started tilting precariously.
Benny watched intently, taking mental notes of what not to do.
Just when Fox seemed to have gotten control of the jar again, a small acorn dropped from above and startled him.
Fox stumbled, and the jar tumbled to the ground with a clatter.
Benny chuckled softly, "Looks like luck's not on your side today, Fox."
Fox grumbled, brushing off his fur, "Alright, Benny, let's see if you can do any better."
I watched nervously as Benny took the jar with trembling paws.
He placed it carefully on his head, his long ears twitching with concentration.
The rabbit took small, deliberate steps toward the oak tree while Fox and I followed closely behind.
Halfway there, Benny stumbled over a root but managed to steady himself.
Just as he reached the tree and started to turn back, we heard a strange scratching sound from inside the jar.
Before anyone could react, the lid popped off, and to our astonishment, the cookie rose up on tiny legs.
It scurried away from Benny, who dropped the jar in shock.
The cookie darted between the tree roots, its tiny legs carrying it surprisingly fast.
Fox lunged to catch it, but the cookie was too quick.
Instead, Fox landed face-first in a pile of leaves.
I chased after the cookie, following the trail of crumbs it left behind.
The cookie zigzagged through the underbrush, leading us on a wild chase.
Finally, it stopped near a hollow log and seemed to be catching its breath.
I approached it slowly, not wanting to scare it away again.
The cookie froze, trembling slightly as I reached out my hand.
Just as my fingers were about to grasp it, moonlight caught its surface, revealing intricate lines carved into its bottom.
Benny peered over my shoulder and gasped, "Those look like... markings or something!"
Fox, brushing leaves from his fur, squinted at the cookie and said, "Wait a minute, those are coordinates!"
I blinked in surprise and asked, "Coordinates to what?"
I crouch beside the hollow log, studying the trembling cookie.
Its markings glow faintly in the moonlight, and suddenly tiny cracks appear across its surface.
The cracks form what looks like a mouth, and the cookie shifts to face me directly.
Fox and Benny huddle closer, their eyes wide with disbelief.
A small, crisp voice emerges from the cookie, "Don't be afraid. I can show you the way back."
I reach out slowly, but the cookie hops backward, adding, "First, you must promise not to eat me."
I hold my breath as the cookie inches forward, its tiny crumb feet leaving a trail on the log's bark.
Benny's ears twitch nervously while Fox's tail swishes back and forth, both keeping their distance as promised.
The cookie's markings pulse with a soft blue glow, illuminating the hollow space.
It extends what appears to be a cookie arm, touching my outstretched finger with a gentle tap.
The contact sends a warm tingle through my hand, and the cookie's mouth curves into what looks like a smile.
The cookie's blue markings pulse brighter, casting dancing shadows on the forest floor.
I watch as the light spreads outward, illuminating a narrow trail between the trees that I hadn't noticed before.
Tiny glowing crumbs fall from the cookie's edges as it hops forward, beckoning us to follow.
Fox steps cautiously behind me while Benny clutches my sleeve.
The cookie pauses at each turn, waiting for us to catch up, its warm glow pushing back the darkness.
