Characters: Count Razoff; Begoniax (mentioned)
Summary: A true aristocrat sure knows how to indulge in sweets. First off, take off the fancy garb so no berry juice gets on it...

Count Razoff had taken this saying to heart since he was a wee Swamp Garganteensie, and always obeyed it every time the Season of Giving came to the Glade of Dreams. This year, the Count also happening to be about to shed his old skin during it. And was glad that it’ll happen far away from everyone’s eyes...

...Shedding an old skin is a long and tedious thing. Sometimes it may make you wish you were a plain old gray Teensie, for they don't have to shed like their larger swamp relatives. But once the skin comes off... It feels like a whole mountain falling off your shoulders, and you forget everything that's been upsetting you. Almost like being born again. Both you and the whole world feel so new and fresh you barely even want to get back into your fancy clothes.

But today was different. Today was the tenth day of the Giving Season, almost the equator of it, the “cream of the time”, so Razoff didn’t even need his hunting garment. He left it it at home: it was going to take him a good while before he fits back into it anyway.

No one even noticed the green-skinned Count sneaking through the reeds to his secret spot. Wonderful, isn’t it. Razoff wouldn’t dare to even think of accidentally giving this spot away with his bright red jacket...