In a land before time, where hunger knew no bounds, the snack of the land stood tall and proud. It was a snack so grand, so mighty, that it rivaled the great whales of the sea in size and majesty.
The people of this land were a hardy folk, with a stomach that could rival the great bellies of the whales. They would eat and eat, till the sun did rise, and then they would eat some more, till the sun did set.
And so, the snack was born, a behemoth of the land, a titan of the table. It stood tall and proud, with a flavor that was as vast as the ocean, and a size that was as mighty as the whales that sailed the seven seas.
But, as with all great snacks, comes a great curse. The people ate and ate, till they forgot the snack's true name, and the snack itself began to wither and fade, like the whales of the sea that had been hunted to extinction.