A Tycoon's Breakfast

Being officially acknowledged as a wealthy tycoon meant I could no longer lurk around kitchen fruit peels. I squeezed under the front door gap and strutted onto the wooden front porch steps to survey Lego city like a true captain of industry. If you consider me rich now, wait until you inspect my newest venture. Right on the second plank, basking in the bright morning, lay a dazzling golden candy wrapper beside a pristine, amber droplet of hardened maple syrup. I prodded the sticky amber dome with my plastic claw to verify its structural integrity, formally declaring it the crown jewel of my breakfast empire. Splendid morning to be a mogul.