If there was one thing Winky hated worse than heights, it was sugar. Just the sight made her cry from some unknown reason. Maybe it was the color, so dark and mysterious in its shape, or maybe it was even the texture which switched from silky smooth to hard and stony. She didn't know, but it made her cringe thinking how everyone could eat it. Winky shuddered as she picked up an empty wrapper, smelling the sweet smell, and tossed it in the receptacle. Picking up the container of garbage, Winky popped out; lucky she didn't have a sweet tooth.