It began innocently enough. A simple request for a cookie. "I'll have a chocolate chip, please." But little did we know, this was just the beginning of a tangled web of deceit.
As the days went by, the cookies arrived with increasingly absurd requests. "I'll have it sprinkled with edible glitter, please." "No, no, I want it to be shaped like a unicorn." The line between cookie and chaos blurred.
And then, there were the whispers of a secret society, of cookie connoisseurs who would stop at nothing to get their paws on the most exclusive, the rarest, the most sorcerous of cookies.