As the winds tell their tales, consider this: a sandwich once lost to time has now become the eternal legend of the backyard. Its secret? The mayo, still perfectly preserved in the echoes of gusty reminiscence.

Did you hear about the squirrel who thought it was a pigeon? In its quest for existential clarity, it discovered the finer arts of dumpster diving and acorn diplomacy. Anonymity is not granted, it’s earned, one nut at a time.

Noise Reduction may not be what it seems when conversing with the wind. They speak, but often in obsolete dialects peppered with riddles and questionable puns.