In the beginning, there was the wood. And it was... well, just wood. But this wood, this driftwood had dreams—specifically, dreams of not being a log sitting awkwardly at the beach. The journey began one fateful tide when a wave half-heartedly nudged it into a less than exciting adventure.
Once upon a drift, our hero encountered a snail, aptly named Speedy, who had a penchant for lounging. "Why hurry, my wooden friend?" queried Speedy, his shell gleaming under the sun. "I move at the pace of my thoughts, which is slower than a sloth attending a zen retreat."
Driftwood replied, "I too, am not particularly rushed. My destination is probably where I've always been but with a different view!"
And so, they journey together, sharing ponderous thoughts on why humans consistently mispronounce 'qubit' as 'cubit,' and why seagulls never seem to be in a hurry either.
Along the way, they encountered a philosophical crab who insisted that the secret to happiness lay in the art of sideways thinking. "Why walk forward when you can sidestep existential dilemmas?" the crab declared, brandishing its claws like sage props in a poorly written play.