Hey wasn't interested in the Tootsie Pop...he wanted to know how many Licks it would take You, Cecil...he was watching you, Cecil...he is always watching you, Cecil.

Deep in the twisted depths of the candy forest, where chocolate rivers run thick with memories, there dwells an ancient being that was once a normal owl. Centuries ago, this owl made a fatal mistake - it swallowed a cursed Tootsie Roll created by an embittered candymaker who had lost his sense of taste. The cursed candy merged with the owl's consciousness, warping its mind and transforming it into something caught between bird and confection. Its feathers became sticky with perpetual chocolate residue, and its eyes developed that manic gleam we see in the commercials. But worst of all was the hunger - an insatiable craving for Tootsie Rolls that could never be satisfied. You see, each Tootsie Roll the owl consumes temporarily allows it to remember what it once was - a simple creature of the night, hunting mice and soaring freely through star-lit skies. For those few precious moments of clarity between "one" and "two" and "three," the owl recalls its former life. But as the candy dissolves, the memories fade, and the madness returns stronger than before. That's why the owl is so obsessed with counting - it's not really counting Tootsie Rolls, but rather counting down the moments of lucidity it has left before descending back into chocolate-tinged insanity. The question "How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?" is actually a cry for help. The owl is desperately trying to calculate exactly how much candy it would take to break the curse once and for all. But the curse is clever - it ensures the owl always bites too soon, always loses count, always fails to reach that theoretical threshold that might set it free. And so it remains, trapped in an eternal loop of counting and consuming, a cautionary tale about the dark price of candy-based curiosity. The commercial we see is just a fragment of the owl's eternal punishment, forever asking the same question, forever counting, forever failing to break free from its chocolatey prison. And if you listen carefully on quiet nights, you might hear a distant "One... Two... Three..." carried on the wind, as the owl continues its endless quest for salvation through Tootsie Rolls.

Why the does "███████" get translated to "DogPark" when I run it through Google translate under the Latin tag. I thought the Cognitive Scrub Daddies where supposed to Mr Clean this.

Oh poor sewing project :( at least SMM is fed

I mean, not all horses. Just thoroughbred racehorses.