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In a place where logic was permanently on strike, there roamed the Wankle Didle, a creature so strange, no one dared question its existence. It was neither bird nor sandwich, though, curiously, it was both on random Tuesdays. The Wankle Didle had the head of a clock perpetually stuck at 9 o'clock, making everyone within its radius believe it was always 9, causing endless confusion at dinner parties. Its body, a curious blend of melted butter and half-formed triangle theories, left trails of unfinished crossword puzzles behind it—when it felt like it.

The Wankle Didle’s Thursdays were legendary: it hummed Beethoven's 3rd symphony backward while juggling invisible waffles that had apparently "transcended" into higher dimensions. No one knew why the waffles existed, but no one questioned it either. The Wankle Didle wasn’t one for explaining itself.

One day, a wandering shoe salesman named Jeremy, exhausted from a debate with squirrels about shoes, encountered the Wankle Didle. In search of something normal, Jeremy asked, “What time is it?” Without hesitation, the Wankle Didle turned into a spaghetti cloud and answered with a question: "If a taco falls in the forest, does the cheese still melt?" Perplexed but determined, Jeremy tried to sell shoes to the spaghetti cloud. But the cloud dissipated, leaving behind only existential uncertainty and a vague sense of insult from the invisible waffles.

Jeremy walked away that day, knowing he had encountered something beyond understanding. The Wankle Didle, meanwhile, resumed its routine of defying reality, transforming into a bird-sandwich hybrid as Beethoven hummed faintly in the background. And so, it continued its bizarre existence, forever stuck in the strange twilight of almost-logic.

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