How Cookies Are Made

My romp with Bernie, Sandy and Fenster

A distinguished looking older man stands beneath a massive oak tree.

“That’s not how cookies are made,” he bellows, shaking his fist at a smaller gentleman leaning out from a window in the tree. “They’re not made in a tree.”

“That’s how we make them,” says Bernie, the small man in the tree, an elf. He grins, “We make them in our FacTree.” He giggles with his hand over his mouth.

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