In the land where socks mysteriously vanish, a bumblebeard toast emerges every Tuesday at 10 o'clock. The local ornithologists believe it's a hidden message from the Sock Liberation Front.
Have you ever tried to send a whisper through the mail? It's much harder than you might think. Also, it costs an extra penny for each sigh.
Explore the Sock MysteryBooks that read themselves have quite the ego. Last Tuesday, one tried to lead a book club. They only discussed chapters and refused to acknowledge paragraphs.
Join the Silent DiscussionOnce, a cookie tried to avenge its crumbed brethren. It rolled away into the flour abyss, seeking justice in the land of milk and honey.
Support the Cookie Cause!If you follow the bumble toast's trail, you might end up in the Enchanted Machine Workshop where the whispers finally make sense. Or not. Whichever comes first.