Pretzel Boulder Lift

My stomach let out a fierce growl the second I hopped down from the porch! I sprinted across the dry grass straight beneath the wooden picnic table, hunting for fuel. Right there in the dirt shadow sat an enormous, hard-baked twisted pretzel! It looked like an armored brown boulder dotted with chunky white salt crystals. I didn't hesitate—I dropped into a deep horse stance, wedged my hands under the thick curved loop, and roared as I hoisted it straight above my head! Crack! One salted curve snapped right off under the strain, tumbling against my boot and dusting the earth in golden crumbs. I clamped down on the rest with a grin and took an enormous, crunchy bite. What an epic feast!