Favourite Things

[melove_cookies]

The Plaza is a nice place to meet new people and to sit down with a huge plate of cookies. This is what Cookie is deciding to do as most walking past will now spot a blue furry monster devouring a plate load of chocolate chip cookies. His large fluffy hands picking up the cookies and shoving them into his large black gaping maw of a mouth. No teeth just a large hole.

"OMNOM OMMMMNOM OMONOMONOMOM!

Bits of cookie flying everywhere as the monster's large googly eyes focus on the plate of cookies. Almost as in a state of frenzy Cookie finishes the whole plate which now stands empty. All gone. He had to get more! But from where? These ones had been given to him by a nice person. Maybe Oscar the grouch knew where to get more cookies unless---Cookie baked his own. That was an idea too.

"What favourite thing for you? Mine cookies. What yours?"

The blue monster now sitting with an empty plate of crumbs asking passers by because he was a curious creature. Asking questions was good and helpful since it helped Cookie learn and learning was good.

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[melove_cookies]

"A loo-thee-er? Make gee-tar man? Ok. Oh boy dat is fun! Maybe ginger man make Cookie a gee-tar one day? Made of cookies mmmm....."

Cookie's mind just falling into the world of fantasy but then he noticed the man was sad. Oh no! Being sad is not fun and the fuzzy blue monster was now reaching out with a fluffy paw to hold the man's hand. This helped, didn't it?

"Ginger man no be sad. Cookie make you happy."

Reaching into his mound of fur behind his arm he pulled out a half-eaten chocolate chip cookie for his new hairy friend. Music teacher man might be happier if he ate a cookie?

"For you. Dis make me happy when sad."

[rage_rekker]

"You need a baker not a luthier for a cookie guitar."

Rekker took the fluffy hand before thinking about it. However, he shrugs at the comment. "Life isn't all fucking rainbows and glitter. Sometimes it's hell."

He had no illusion that life was happy. In fact, the ginger believed most of life was hellish.

"No, thank you." He wasn't interested in food right now. "There's nothing that will stop this sadness."

He'd missed out on his daughter's whole life. There wasn't anything that would ever fix that pain.

[melove_cookies]

"What loo-ther? Need one of dese for cookie gee-tar? Maybe Cookie find one here somewhere."

Cookie wasn't sure how it all worked but he knew he had to have a cookie guitar! Somehow. This man was sad though. Cookies wouldn't work on him and the monster was a little unsure how to make the tall ginger man happy.

"Cookie friend to everyone. Me make you happy no matter what. Dat is what Grover my best friend says. Ginger man like other tings make him happy?"

The blue fuzzy monster putting a large paw on Rekker's arm.

[rage_rekker]

Rekker was getting the idea that this creature had the mind of a child. For Rekker with was preferable. In many ways he had an easier time with children and young adults. "I make wooden guitars."

He glanced around and smiled while pointing across the plaza. "There's a bakery. Maybe they can?"

The ginger sighed and sat down at one of the chairs. He's explained his condition to children before and he can see that this blue creature had the same kind of optimism.

"Some people, like me, are always sad even when we do things we love and even when we're happy." Rekker explained. "For people like me, nothing stops the sadness. I have to see doctors to help me all the time."

He's hoping that this makes sense but he doesn't mind explaining. He pats the big blue paw on his arm. "It should feel sad to lose family and miss them but it is harder for me because I'm sick."

[melove_cookies]

Rekker would be right in assuming Cookie had the mind of a child because he did. Usually, around the age of an average five year old. His speech was broken because he is a monster and had to learn English with the help of his Sesame buddies.

"Bakery. Yes, dis is good. Maybe bake cookie guitar. Nom, nom!"

Cookie looked up at the big ginger man with his large googly eyes. Doctors? This man was sick and needed a doctor.

"Sick? Cookie try to help big ginger man. Take medicine to help? My medicine is cookies. Always make me feel better if sad."

[rage_rekker]

"Do you want to go find out?"

Rekker had a bit of a sweet tooth and maybe he could pick up something for Bjorn while they were there.

"I take a lot of medications but they only help. It doesn't fix my sadness." Rekker wanted the monster to understand that sickness like he had was different than the usual sadness most people felt but he didn't want to bring up the darker parts.

[melove_cookies]

"Find out? Cookie want to find out YES. Me want dis!"

The fuzzy blue monster now nodding his head up and down frantically whilst keeping his large spinning eyes on the big ginger man. Oh boy more cookies! Bakeries were a huge weakness for the monster and Lucifer knew this more than any.

"Maybe Cookie help bake cookie for ginger man. Make better. Lu-see-fur friend. Bake together to help you."

Surely, Lucifer would assist the monster to help his new friend who had sadness inside. Suck sadness out with baked cookies! This would work, wouldn't it?

[rage_rekker]

"Let's go." Rekker started walking, slowly, in the direction of the bakery.

"I know how to cook and bake." It took Rekker a moment to process what the monster was saying and thankfully, for the moment, the ginger assumed it was a stage name. "You know someone named Lucifer?"

[melove_cookies]

Cookie nodded his head energetically. Yes, he knew the angel man because he baked a giant massive cookie! The blue monster sad he couldn't quite eat all of it in one go because he wanted to!

"Angel man bake GIANT cookie! Roll down hill and Cookie couldn't eat it all. Too big. Lu-see-fur friend. Angel man with wings."

Yes, it is true; Cookie Monster is friends with the Devil.

[rage_rekker]

"Lucifer? The Devil?" Rekker asked incredulously as they walked toward the bakery. He was friends with an alien and his childhood rival had an alien wife. At this point anything was possible.

[melove_cookies]

"Yes. Devil-Man. He bake Cookie giant cookie and everyone eat it. Cookie couldn't eat ALL of it because so big!"

The cookie was gargantuan in propotions.

"What make big hair?"

The blue monster now staring up at Rekker's impressive hair pointing with a large finger. It wasn't fur was it? No. People don't have fur on their heads, Cookie.

[rage_rekker]

Rekker wasn't sure what to make of this but if anyone was going to bake a giant cookie, surely the angel of sin would be behind it.

The question had him shrugging. "I was born with it. Why is yours blue?"

Rekker asked the question amused but more trying to get Cookie to think. It was a technique he used with children and he was quickly understanding that this monster had the mind of a child.

[melove_cookies]

"You born with big ginger hair? Cookie never seen tall man with big hair before. Mine blue because Cookie is Cookie Monster!"

This was as good a reason as any since Cookie didn't know why he was born with it. Mother and Father Cookie Monster made him this way. Rekker is indeed right in assuming Cookie had the mind of a child because he was technically one.

"Big ginger man play gee-tar now?"

[rage_rekker]

"I have long hair but I know a lot of people with bigger hair." Rekker would never say his hair was big, at least not in the way some of the glam musicians had big hair.

"I can if you want me to." Rekker smiled and shrugged. "I am still working on making this one sound the way I want."