In our obscure maps, where the roads often forget their destinations, we charted the Land of Never Tide. Beware the high seas that never hit a high, mostly because they're just cute puddles dreaming of grandeur. In brief notes – they peaked at three feet last Tuesday.
Rumor has it, the Mysterious Mountains of Yawn owe their name to the enthusiastic yawping of adventurous squirrels. Historical records, primarily lunch notes from this writer, mention these hills boast the best squirrel philosophy about napping and ultimate nut strategies.
Legend says an ancient tome, probably written upside down, hints at the uncharted Valley of Extremely Trying. Suggestions abound about mysteriously crossing cereal boxes, often needing three spoons and a dash of common sense.
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