Sheila knew there was only 1 proper way to prepare the Puma King’s dessert. She knew the air bubbles had to be perfect, or they’d sour the whole system.
So she spent whole sunsets reconstructing the tidal palms so that they would sway in steady motions o’er the coast. Though she bit her tongue on many a misstomp, the wrinkles were worth it: after a moon cycle she watched its work tightly & saw the foam build perfectly.
Now ’twas time to spread it throughout the whole ocean.