The wind blows gently across the Crumble Dunes.

The ground here is made of loose biscuit crumbs and crushed cookie sand that shifts beneath every step.

Far ahead, the landscape melts into the shimmering golden horizon of the Caramel Des(s)ert.

Something moves in the distance.

At first you think it is heat distortion.

Then the shape bounces.

Wobble.

Wobble.

A strange creature sprints across the crumbly dunes.

Its round body is made of translucent strawberry gelatin that jiggles wildly as it runs.

Two long licorice-stick legs kick up little clouds of biscuit dust.

It skids to a stop in front of you.

The creature tilts its head.

Its beak, a bright orange candy corn, taps curiously against the ground.

Then it pecks at a nearby crumb.

Another wobble.

The gelatin body jiggles.

The Jellostrich stares at you.

You are clearly not a crumb.