Rumor has it that on the night of the Pink Moon, the veil between Spring and Summer grows thin, thus allowing magic to flow more freely into the world below.

In 1824, in Birmingham, England, a young shopkeeper by the name of John Cadbury began selling drinking chocolate alongside tea, coffee, and groceries to his community.

Once upon a time (but also not too long ago) there was a girl who lived in a town that moved a little too fast.

Everyone knows about Little Bunny Foo Foo hopping through the forest, bopping field mice on the head, and generally being a menace. But what most people don’t know is that Foo Foo has a cousin.

There once was a frog who lived in a pond filled with birds, fish, buzzing bugs, and of course, other frogs.

In the desert, there lived a cactus wren who had never known any home but the Sonoran sun.

Your steps feel heavier today, not from distance, but from neglect. You’ve been generous with your care lately, yet somehow forgotten to leave any behind for yourself.

There once was a gentle bear born in the spring New Jersey. He was big-pawed, soft-hearted, and always a little braver than he ever admitted.

Chocolate used to be too fragile for long journeys. With sunny days, warm hands, crowded pockets, it would simply melt away, disappearing long before it reached the person it was meant for.

I’m not sure when I began. At first there was only darkness, and the weight of earth, and then one day, the light.

Peppermint has been used for centuries as both a healing herb and a protective charm.

Ancient glaciers once crept across North America and slowly melted away, leaving behind deep hollows in the earth. 

Deep beneath the winter forest lives Rupert, a cheerful mole with one grand dream: to decorate the whole woodland for the holidays.

While wandering a quiet path, you brush aside a curious tangle of roots and take one unexpected step too far. Suddenly, the ground gives way beneath you, and you tumble down a rabbit hole.

At the very end of Candy Cane Lane, which if you checked the map is just a stone’s throw from the North Pole, the Peppermint Pixie makes her home.

Name: Unknown

Occupation: Civilian (data incomplete)

Incident Date: 2025-11-04

Location: Downtown Corridor

I’m Arthur Sullivan, cousin twice-removed of James. P Sullivan… yes, that Sulley, the new CEO of Monsters, Inc. I can hear you now: “So what’s Arthur’s claim to fame?” Well, sit tight, because it’s thrilling stuff. I sort books!

A proper lady from the English countryside, she strolls through the falling leaves. Her golden feathers catch the autumn light, which dazzles passersby.

The story of sourdough begins in ancient Egypt over 5000 years ago, where wild yeast and flour met beside a warm hearth in an accidental chance to make leavened bread. 

Beneath the charm of colonial facades, Salem’s history is steeped in mystery and myth, particularly the trials that took place from February 1692 to May 1693.