—Chapter 7— “Pinecone Cooking” WINTER was near. Fallen leaves whirled delirious in the numbing autumn wind. Up a forest path, under an arm-aching load of twigs, stumbled Jelly Belly Bear. He was accelerating the chapping of his lips by whistling a cheery melody. Jelly Belly enjoyed all the seasons. Patchwork fall, stark-white winter, polka-dot spring,…
