The Golden Pretzel Loop

Sprinting along the sunbaked bench, I spotted the ultimate prize right on the tabletop. Sitting on a red-and-white checkered napkin was a massive, salted pretzel twisted into what looked exactly like a giant golden ring! You think I could just pass that up? No way! I hauled myself up the wooden table leg, hopped clean over an abandoned metal fork, and slid to a halt right beside it. I gave the crust a firm tap with my glove—rock solid, dusted in salty crystals, and smelling amazingly buttery. I planted my hand right against it and grinned. New checkpoint claimed!