A skellington.

There is a farm. A field, really, a farm field of carrots. And on that field is a skeleton. A very depressed skeleton. It can't find its rib bone. It has searched mountains. It has searched seas. It has searched villages, it has searched cities. It has searched garbage bins, it has searched up a very fat person's nose. Just in case. But no rib bone was found anywhere. So the skeleton sat in the large field of carrots, because it was beautiful there, and it was comforted by the presence of bunny rabbits who had no idea at all what the importance of a rib bone was, especially to a skeleton.
It began raining gumdrops. Gummy, soft, purple, green, red and yellow gumdrops. A tear dripped down from the skeleton's eye socket, and mournfully it picked a gumdrop from off the ground. It's bony fingers played with the purple gumdrop as more tears rolled down its skull, and finally, unable to bear it, the skeleton dipped a bright purple gumdrop into its ever grinning jaw.
It tasted sugar, and it tasted a deep mellow taste that all purple coloured candy seems to possess. Its eye sockets widen, and it chews and chews and chews and chews. It picks up more gumdrops, which now cover the floor like gems in an arabian treasure vault, and it chews on them, and their thick, gooey juices leak out and spill all over the skeleton's ivory frame. And still the skeleton kept chewing, unable to stop, filled with the most marvelous bliss it had ever experienced. And the gummyness of the gumdrops filled him out, and it wasn't long before the skeleton had turned into a candyman, with multicoloured skin and multicoloured muscles. It felt, for the first time, it smelled, for the first time, it saw, for the first time, and it heard, for the first time, the sound of a little girl crying. It walked over towards the sound, and saw a little girl with large brown eyes and thick brown hair tied with a big red bow, in a pretty pink dress. The candyman knelt down beside her and took her into his arms. He rocked her, gently. From side to side. He sang the song of candy, sang a song of excited joy and thrill of being alive. He set her down, and patter her pretty red bow, and she was no longer crying. She held his hand and they spend an entire afternoon chasing butterflies together under the warm, fluffy clouded sky.
The sun set as the child woke up to find the candyman stroking her hair and smiling. She had to leave, to go home, but before she did, she wanted to give her wonderful new friend a present. She held up a long white stick, and ran off, waving goodbye to the candyman who stared in confusion at the rib bone that belonged to the skeleton he used to be. He walked around the field and tried to give it to the bunnies, who didn't want it, nor did the butterflies, or the ants, or, seemingly, any living creature that lived along the field.
But the birds, who knew a thing or two about love, carried the candyman high, high above the clouds and gave the candyman a seat on the moon. They dipped the rib bone in clouds of chocolate swirls, and returned to the candyman, putting into his hands a chocolate heart. Gumdrop skin glowed warmly and the candyman's eyes shone in wonder. The heart grew, and grew, and grew, and grew, and there was his love, sitting there on his lap, smiling impishly.
She liked gumdrops.
About just as much as he loved chocolate swirls.