XXXIII. The Graveyard.

It was a freezing and forlorn night that obliged Vanilla to wear wool stockings below her dress and leather jacket, and the red scarf that Cookie gifted her. Rowie and she made their way once again to the graveyard after escaping the Land Residence.

The watchmen were simply too-easily foolable. Ever since her father left, they had developed the habit to get drunk at the yards, and with Carol snoring like a bear and no one there to watch them over, they would certainly not care much about their job.

Despite Vanilla's desire to try out the spider plush of Witzy, that gloomy night she knew that her best friend and the most reliable option would be Mr. Fluffyball. His night vision would be indispensable.

It was also the perfect opportunity to try out her new revolver. She felt like a cowboy of the west. Having such a weapon on her hands filled her with an indescribable feeling of power.