Beyond a gap in a garden hedge was a little world made of sweets.

Sugar flowers nodded beside a syrup stream. Small houses stood on soft green hills. And every sweet could talk.

Nell the marshmallow waved a soft white arm. Toby the toffee polished two buttons on a purple waistcoat.

Jules the pink jelly sweet bounced across the bridge. “Good morning!” “Good morning!” “Good—”