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nexus_crossings2022-03-08 05:47 pm
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Favourite Things
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.
"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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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.
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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.
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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?"
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"I can if you want me to." Rekker smiled and shrugged. "I am still working on making this one sound the way I want."