In Mooland, everything is essential and interconnected. In the Inner Cookie Universe, everything means on multiple levels. As such, this book may be rather meta and much mystify your mind. Enjoy the journey with Izzy and Manny. Enjoy the gentle expansion of your budding consciousness. Tune in, yes please?

"What the hell was that!?" It was rare to see Boohaush, the old shaman boofalo living in the depths of the Boggy Hinterlands, get jolted by anything at all. He made haste from his solitary cabin in the marshlands to inspect the source of this racket not too far from his dwelling. There was an other-worldly echo to the sound, that he knew, for he was no stranger to the dimensions that expand and contract beyond the sight and sense of regular Moolanders. All of the surrounding area was coated in the muck and mud and slime that had splashed in all directions from the crash. Even the southern wall of his cabin had turned into a piece of abstract art.

Izzy's dear grandmother, Ammoolia, was a wise and lively old lady living not too far from the Highlands Grand Orchards. She had planted more fruit trees than anyone in her village could count or remember. In her younger days, she would spend her summers at the Island of Mū in the Deeplands. There's an ancient monastery on the island, dedicated to studying the Scrolls of Mū and tuning into the echo of unity from the dawn of the universe. It's a sort of spiritual order that they maintain there. Long story short, she had significant insight.

These magical streams of many flavors — and we'll talk about the flavored springs later — were an inspiration for their countless daydreaming conversations. It was a pastime much like watching the dancing performance of the multicolored clouds at the stage of the Highlands skies but, for whatever reason, Izzy in particular felt at home and at peace near the vibrantly flowing waters.

Once upon a sunny afternoon, as happened on many an afternoon, Izzy and Manny were chilling and lounging at the banks of one of the many rivers flowing from the flavored springs at the Riverlands. Strolling downhill from the Highlands to the playful streams at the Riverlands was a long-running favorite pastime, always an excellent option if nothing else in particular was going on.