Waffle Turtle

In the sunny meadows of Breakfast Bay, waffle turtles lazily roamed, their shells crispy and golden, etched with deep grid patterns. Maple syrup dripped from their head, and butter melted on their fins, releasing a fragrance that attracted hungry morning dwellers. With each step, the turtles' feet left impressions of fluffy batter, guiding seekers to hidden waffle irons and secret breakfast nooks. As they wandered, they shared their gift: a never-ending supply of fluffy, crispy, golden waffles,