Once upon a time, in a land where even the trees whispered secrets not to be heard, there was a tactful tactician known as Sir Absorbent McSilentpants. Why was his name like that, you ask? Because he had a talent for absorbing awkward silences like a sponge and transforming them into tapestry-like conversations. Not that anyone had ever called him this to his face—his ability had yet to master the art of listening trees.
One sunny afternoon, Sir Absorbent found himself deep in the woods, embroiled in a sticky situation with a particularly loquacious squirrel named Sir Nutbottom. Sir Nutbottom had conquered the greatest heights of verbosity, and yet, Sir McSilentpants stole the show with an unparalleled talent for non-verbal agreement. They became friends, bound by an unspoken truce tied with the strongest invisible thread.
After their legendary meet-up, they decided to form a club exclusive to those who understood the intricate art of silent communication. Membership required the ability to nod meaningfully while simultaneously pondering the meaning of life or perhaps just what to have for dinner. The club grew, and soon even the owls, infamous for their nocturnal gossips, wanted in.