My days were all about eating, sleeping and reading books. There were no activities or studies that were expected from a three-year-old. I killed my time playing in the garden and the greenhouse which was the mother's favourite. The flowers there was something that was not common in the dukedom. As my mother loved flowers and plants, Father used to bring saplings whenever he visited foreign countries. Today as I was walking around in the garden planted with different colours of roses on both sides, my stomach grumbled. It must be because now I am a child; I did not like to eat veggies or grains. My mouth always watered at the name of cookies and cakes. The cookies the chef used to bake were chocolate and crispy, with a sweet fragrance of baked batter from it. Dipping it in hot chocolate and taking a bite was equal to experiencing the pleasures of heaven. The soft, fluffy and creamy cakes always looked appetizing and were perfect snack for a three-year-old. I started to crave for cookies. My problem arose from the restriction of eating these snacks. The maximum number of cookies I could have a day was just three. The day this order was passed by my mother I was heartbroken. I could see the cookie monster flying away from me even in my dreams. The pain a three-year-old had to bear when the number of cookies they could eat is restricted was unbearable, which no parents can understand, but I was different. Inside this body was a seventy-year-old shaman with lots of experience in life. Being a little creative god, I decided to make a plan to satisfy my little temptation to eat yummy, chocolate and crispy, freshly baked cookies. The garden had a fountain in its centre, beautifully made with white marble. I ran towards the fountain and jumped into it. The fountain floor was not deep enough to drown me as the water level was considerably low. Seeing me all wet, my maid, Anny rushed to my side. "My lady why did you jump into the water? See now your dress is all wet" she was worried. I smiled and splashed some water on Anny.

"Anny let's play in water. Come inside."

This was my brilliant tactic to return to my room and send Anny away.Anny got into the water, picked me up and carried me in her arms and walked to the room.

"My lady I know you enjoy playing with water, but you may get sick if you are wet for too long. So please don't do this again. Okay?"

Anny's voice was so soft and soothing that I felt guilty for splashing water on her and making her drenched.

Reaching my room, Anny helped me change into a different dress and wiped my body with a soft, fluffy and dry towel. I smiled at Anny and spoke, "Anny, don't worry I will not do this again."

Anny held my hands and smiled, "I want you to play all you want my lady, but I never want to see you get sick again."

Anny's worry was understandable as I was a child who woke up from a coma after three months.

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"Yes, yes, but Anny, you are all drenched. Please go and change your dress too." I said smiling at Anny.

My plan was to walk to the kitchen, take the cookies and come back like nothing happened when Anny is not here.

Anny nodded and after helping me sit on the bed, she went to change her dress. Anny was reluctant to leave me alone, but she couldn't win against my persuasion.

Once any left, it was time for my plan execution. I jumped down from my bed.

I named this mission as cookie monster mission.

I tied a black cloth to cover my face like a professional, wore my backpack of tools like a lighting lamp, a handkerchief to not leave fingerprints and drank a glass of water to stay hydrated during the mission.

I stealthily walked towards the kitchen. When maids walked past me, I hid behind the large vase, sometimes a door or even under the carpet praying that no one will find me. After my hard work and calculative moves towards the kitchen, I successfully reached my destination. Next move was to check whether there was anyone in the kitchen. The time was three o'clock, time for servants to have their lunch. The kitchen was empty and it was a perfect time for me to take some cookies that were placed in a jar on the table above. As I had already eaten my three cookies before, even if I asked they wouldn't allow me more. So I had to do it the hard way. I walked towards the table where the cookies were kept. The smell of freshly baked cookies was enticing. As the table was out of reach, I dragged a stool to reach the cookies. I placed my backpack down and tied the handkerchief onto my hand.

I looked like a perfect thief with my black mask and covered hands. The only difference in a real thief and I was that the real thief would steal precious items, while I was going to just take some cookies without permission. There was no time to waste, as I had to return before Anny comes back. I started to climb onto the stool and stretch out my hands to reach the cookies. Being short in height it was still hard to reach the cookies.

Suddenly I felt like a hand lifting me up into the air. I smiled as now it would be easier to reach the cookies. Just as the cookies came into my hand. I heard my name being called "Andreraaa!!"

I soon realized that the hand that lifted me up was none other than my sweet mother who was now angry.

I didn't dare to turn back and look at her face.

I could feel her anger just by her voice.

She spoke, "why don't you look at me, your cookie thief?"

I understood this was not a question but in order to look at her.

I decided to face the problem head on as a brave warrior.

I turned my head and with a clumsy smile and spoke, "Mother, that, I just wanted to share a cookie with you."

I knew my lies wouldn't work with the mother.

She frowned and called a maid.

"Listen, don't serve Andrea cookies for next two days and her today's dinner will be carrots."

Carrots were something I never liked. It was the punishment I had to face for taking a cookie.

I asked, "Mom, can you forgive me this time. Andrea promises not to do this again."

My cute expression did not work on the mother. She smiled and said, "oh, my baby. I am sure you would not do this again, but it is decided that your dinner today is carrots."

Once again it was proved that the world is unfair to a three-year-old.