Once upon a time, in a land not so far, little burgers danced in the sunlight. They were made of golden sesame, soft and whispering secrets of the ages.
The pickles wore capes of green, while lettuce leaves floated like gentle ships across the cheese ocean. Friendly ketchup smiles tickled the horizon, painting stories of wonder.
Don’t ask why they jump so high over the moonbeam bridges, for they are simply happy in an eternal summer twilight.
And if you listen closely, you might hear a waddle of solemn wisdom from the mayo clouds drifting above.
Follow the rhythm of the tasty rhyme to the world beyond: hidden sauce or brave the pickle fortress at how to gate.