So there it was. In a tiny forest, a boy, and his only friend Marmalade. Flesh and blood and the other - sugar and some joinky-joinky thing, which is soft and most importantly edable. When boy went to the shop he always took Marmalade with him, and he carried it in his mounth. So he always had also money for sugar, as when they finished their trip to village shop, the sugar had melted around his friend. So he did it, every time, after walk from shopping or hunting, put his friend liyng on back on sugar and then turned it around. Like putting clothes on to a person. But Marmelade put sugar on.

For the nights the boy put his friend into a little box. Marmelade called it "bed", the boy put it more straightforward and called it simply bear-proof-box. Every beer in