Have you ever pondered over the mysterious markings etched eons ago? The ones that whisper sweet nothings in arcane tongues no longer spoken unless one owns a cat with a penchant for hieroglyphic interpretation?
Picture this: a stone tablet lying beneath an unkempt shrubbery, documenting the great bread war of Ol' Toaston. "Three crusts per vestry!" it declares. Or perhaps an epic on the life of Pharoah Sphinxington III, who was most known for his rather quaint condition of perpetual nap-taking.
As you decode their message, remember, only a fool would misinterpret the legendary cookie hieroglyph—a symbol of resilience in the face of afternoon tea.