Golden fields stretch across the landscape, covered with crunchy granola clusters and bushes of dried fruit. Warm sunlight glows over the land while slow streams of honey wind lazily through the grass.
You soon discover one small problem.
The honey streams are not small.
One of them spreads wide across the meadow in front of you, a thick river of warm golden honey slowly bubbling in the sunlight.
Stepping into it would be a terrible idea.
Your boots would sink instantly.
Luckily… there is a crossing.
Right in the middle of the honey stream stands a small herd of Goatmeal.
Round oatmeal goats with fluffy oat-flake wool lazily stand in the sticky river while nibbling granola clusters floating past. Their cinnamon stick horns tilt gently as they chew, and their maple syrup beards drip into the honey.
They are positioned perfectly across the stream.
Like stepping stones.
One small problem.
The Goatmeal are constantly wandering.
One takes a slow step to the left.
Another turns around.
One of them suddenly sits down directly in the honey with a happy splorp.
The whole “bridge” shifts slightly.
If you want to cross the honey stream…
You will have to step on the Goatmeal.
*And hope they do not move at the wrong moment.*eal, nice to meet you!