Snowy and the Rainbow Cone

The Strange Wind

One quiet evening, a strange wind drifted over the Land of Frosting.
It didn’t smell like mint or vanilla—but like something… no one could name.

Snowy stood by the castle, listening.
“The wind is whispering that magic has begun somewhere beyond the Cream Mountains,” said Plumella.
“Magic? Without the Dessert Council’s permission?” Snowy teased, pretending to be shocked.

But deep inside, he felt it—
the call of adventure.
And adventures, he thought, are just like sprinkles: they always show up when you least expect them.