Cookie Jar Surprise for a Sick Friend

Brach hummed softly as morning sunlight warmed his sage green back. He stood in his cozy kitchen, his long neck bent low to check the oven. The sweet smell of honey cookies filled the air—his friend Dino had caught a cold, and nothing cheered up a sick friend like homemade treats.

"Perfect," Brach whispered, his brown eyes crinkling with satisfaction. He carefully lifted four golden cookies from the baking sheet with his gentle claws and set them on the cooling rack. Yesterday, he'd baked six cookies, and they waited in a basket nearby.

Brach reached for his special cookie jar—the one with painted daisies that matched the garland around his neck. His grandmother had given it to him back in the meadow garden, and it was just the right size for a get-well gift. But as he looked at the cookies spread between yesterday's batch and today's, he paused.

"I need to know if they'll all fit," he said, tilting his head. The jar held exactly ten cookies. Did he have too many? Too few? His tail swayed uncertainly. Without counting the total, how could he fill the jar properly for Dino?