Once, in the land where whispers create echoes before they even speak, a cheese wheel rolled its eyes—an odd talent for such dairy, but necessary for this tale.
Our protagonist, an owl named Sir Whimsy Midilson, held a wind-blown conference with the Stork of Surreal Barter. Sir Whimsy had a burning question: "Why do Triscuits never land flat, like flatland pancakes?"
The Stork responded while balancing a toad on its beak, "It is your predetermined dance steps, noted banker of frogs, that choreographs their tumble."
Understanding sprouted like a newly watered cactus—metaphorical enlightenment at its spikiest!