The chomp surveyed his surroundings. It was winter in Cakelandia, so the normally peppermint and pistachio green plains were draped in a blanket of white for as far as the eye could see. He bent down to scoop up a dollop of the fluffy white stuff with his right index finger, and put it in his mouth for a taste.

"Mmmm... Whipped cream!"

He continued to savor the cream as he walked towards the shed where the creammobile was housed. It was a fine marvel of chocolateering. He ran his hands lovingly across the length of the locomotive. It had dark chocolate sled legs, and a 50% milk chocolate body with nuts sprinkled here and there for that extra aesthetic element to the texture.

He whipped out his gingerbread navigation device and typed in a search request for "Cakes Near Me". It displayed the results with a happy gurgling beep - a cluster of plum cakes 5 klicks to his south.

He considered this for a moment. In the hierarchy of cakedom, plum cakes weren't very high in the pecking order. But they were a good beginning challenge to sink your teeth into. He was just a level 1 chomp after all, and the plums were mostly in the level 3 to 5 range. Well, you had to start somewhere, he thought with a wild grin on his face as the creammobile sped towards the GPS location and the breeze ruffled his jiggles.

He parked the mobile half a klick from the objective and whipped out his clear candy lens binoculars. Yes... he could see them. A herd of burnt brownish black plums grazing in the cream, icing their tops with the fresh white manna that had just fallen from the heavens this morning.

It was time to go hunting...