Once upon a thyme, in a garden stocked with sage, the shadows whispered secrets of sunlight, although none dared to listen, for everyone was preoccupied with the important art of wheat-stalking.
The sunbeams, woven into narratives of cosmic sarcasm, danced upon the shadows—they were early punners in the game of hide-and-seek, much to the shadows' dismay.
Along the pathways of this timeless realm, ponder the following: If you could tickle a shadow, would it laugh? Or would it ash?
Meanwhile, goats offering unsolicited advice sobre quien eres sit on rolling hills of irony. Beware their wisdom; it's gluten-free for a reason.