Once upon a chipping dish, nestled in the heart of a kitchen cupboard, there lived a potato named Sir Spudsworth the Unsung. With the ability to transform into French Fries at will, Sir Spudsworth was destined to sing songs of warmth and crunch.
Despite his crispy capabilities, Sir Spudsworth lamented, "Why must I always fry? Why can't I be mashed, or, gasp, a shepherd's pie?" His pondering led him to a potato muse who whispered sonnets in the language of buttery au gratin.
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