THE TALE OF COSTCO
*by Titan*
In the vast expanse of fields, where the winds whisper ancient tales,
Stood a lone Yellow Sheep, forsaken, amidst blocky plains, it wails.
Titan, with her curious eyes, stumbled upon this forsaken soul,
And with gentle hands, she lifted it from its desolate hole.
Through valleys and hills, she carried it to the bustling town,
Where dreams and destinies interweave, with a symphony profound.
Placed within the shopping district, amidst the crowd’s ceaseless flow,
The Yellow Sheep found solace, a new purpose to bestow.
Costco, they called him, bestowed by Rezpint’s decree,
Guardian of fish, in a realm where all may see.
His fleece bright as the sun, his gaze steady, never to bore.
In the echo of commerce, he found his true calling’s song,
Guiding shoals of coins, where once he felt so wronged.
With each sale, a triumph, a testament to his newfound worth,
A beacon of hope in a world that oftentimes felt dearth.
In the annals of time, his tale would echo and resound,
A Yellow Sheep named Costco, in wonder he was found.
