Image Description: A whimsical, pastel-coloured woodland scene shows six anthropomorphic fairycakes gathered outside a cupcake-shaped house with a large swirl of frosting for a roof. A wooden sign reads “Welcome to Fluffwood Hollow,” and a small curved wafer bridge crosses a golden syrup stream in the foreground.
Each fairycake character has distinct sponge colouring, frosting details, and delicate wings:
One vanilla cake with lemon wings floats gracefully in the air (likely Miss Buttercup Bloom).
A sticky toffee cake with caramel colouring zips across from the right, trailing playful energy (Rolo Ripple).
Two cherry-coloured fairycakes stand on the ground smiling warmly — one likely to be Cherry Tumble.
A fairycake with a nutty, oat-topped sponge hovers low, holding a honey jar and looking slightly grumpy (Branberry Crumbletop).
A zesty orange cake with candied peel wings (Clementine Cocoa) flies toward the viewer with a joyful expression.
A glowing orange jellybee buzzes nearby, adding a touch of sparkle. In the background, pastel towers, cupcake trees, and spongey houses peek through a sugar-mist forest, suggesting a magical village beyond.
The overall tone is soft, magical, and inviting — a perfect representation of the gentle, sweet world of Fluffwood Hollow.
Chapter Three – Rolo Ripple And The Crumb Compass
Rolo Ripple claimed he had found treasure.
Not just any treasure — the Crumb Compass. The same enchanted item Clementine swore was only a story, Bluebell insisted was a weather metaphor, and Branberry called “a silly pudding myth.”
But there it was, held proudly in Rolo’s sticky toffee hands: a small golden biscuit tin lid with a sugar-glass face and a delicate spun-sugar arrow inside. The arrow didn’t point north — it spun lazily until it came to rest, always pointing in the same direction.
“That way!” Rolo announced, flaring his caramel-drizzle wings and looking extremely pleased with himself.
“That way to what?” Miss Buttercup asked, floating down from the Sunpetal Tree.
“What the heart most craves,” Rolo said with a grin. “Obviously.”
Branberry sighed. “I crave toast. Doesn’t mean it’s magic.”
But Rolo was already off, zooming across the peppermint grass toward the direction the arrow pointed. The others exchanged glances — then followed, partly out of curiosity, partly to stop him crashing into something.
The path took them over the jellybean orchard, under the wafer bridge, and past the frosting pond where sprinklebirds preened their glittery feathers. As they passed, Cherry noticed a jellybee — glowing faintly in the sunlight — hovering close to Rolo’s shoulder. It wobbled once, twice, then zipped ahead, darting in the same direction as the compass arrow.
“That jellybee’s been following you since the orchard,” Cherry called.
Rolo barely heard her. “Treasure first! Jelly later!”
The compass led them to the edge of the Hollow, where the peppermint grass gave way to the crumbly cliffs of Sugarcrust Rise. Below, the syrup river glistened like melted amber.
The arrow quivered, then stopped. Rolo peered over the edge. “It’s down there.”
Clementine squinted. “You mean that?”
On a small sugar-sandbank below sat a perfectly round, fresh-baked jam tart — its centre glistening ruby red, steam curling into the air. It looked warm. It looked delicious.
Rolo’s eyes widened. “My heart does crave jam!”
Branberry groaned. “So the legendary Crumb Compass is just a lunch finder.”
Miss Buttercup smiled gently. “Perhaps it points to what you need, not just what you want.”
The jellybee wobbled again, then darted away toward the horizon. Rolo watched it go, licking a smear of jam from his fingers.
“Fine,” he admitted. “Maybe the jellybee’s got bigger plans.”
And with that, he tucked the Crumb Compass into his bag — just in case.
Blind Man Makes 