In a land not far from the sofa, a council of ancient jellybeans gathers. They are wise, they are colorful, and they always stick together. The first jellybean, an elder with a cinnamon flavor, declared, "To chew or not to chew, that is the question!"
However, as soon as the words left its sugary lips, a gust of wind scattered the council far and wide. One jellybean fell into a teacup, instantly becoming a flavor sensation; another lodged itself under a couch cushion, destined to be forgotten for ages.
Meanwhile, within the sandwich of destiny—two slices of bread and a destiny mayo—sat the forlorn sage: a pickle. "I shall impart wisdom on the nature of crusts," it mused, only to be accidentally flipped onto the floor with a slapstick thud, landing upright.
Little did it know, destiny was cooking up a more delicious fate—a pickle sandwich, with wisdom resting between the layers of lettuce and mayonnaise.
Finally, the banana of brilliance slipped with glee, shouting, "Behold, the wisdom of the slumbering fruit!" as it catapulted over the moon. It landed in a cereal box, earning the title of breakfast philosopher.
Thus, wisdom remained elusive, caught in comedic fate, and the world held its breath on the edge of a spoon.
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