Suddenly, it was evening, and snow was starting to fall. I was walking in a forest of beautiful evergreen trees. But it felt as cold as it looked, with the pale sky settling in and the snow tumbling down among the old trees.
Oddly, I stepped into a clearing with tiny amounts of grass, yet still nestled within the trees, as if the forest around it was some sort of protective fortress—because in that clearing, there seemed to be a burial ground.
I knew the burial grounds were for the teddy bears—but they were washed away by the moat, so that didn’t make any sense. How would there be any “bodies” (teddy bear or otherwise) to bury at all?
There were full-sized headstones on each grave with some type of writing on them—but I couldn’t understand the language. It had barely started to snow, and there wasn’t ice anywhere else in the forest, but the headstones all had ice frozen on their tops, as if water had pooled up at the top of the headstones and stuck there in in the cold.
For some reason, I had this sudden urge to offer the cake to one of the teddy bears. So I bent down, and as if to test it, hovered the cake above the vase on one of the teddy bears’ graves. The cake was obviously too big to fit into the vase, so I proceeded to set the cake down, dead center on the top of the vase, then started smashing it down. The whole cake was ruined; all the beautiful pink icing and white cake had been stuffed in, with the extra bulging out of the top.