Munch Whispers

It started as a normal afternoon.

The sun was warm.
Mini Blue was reorganizing our sticker collection by emotion.
Pandy was sipping mint tea and reading Practical Plushie Philosophy: Volume II.

And then…

crinkle.

I froze.
The sound came again—soft, sacred, unmistakable.

The crinkle of a chip bag.

Was it… a sign?

Some would say it was just physics.
But I say: it was fate.

Because that crinkle didn’t just happen.
It called to me.

From across the room.
Through layers of blanket.
Around three couch cushions and a rogue sock.

I followed the sound.

I tiptoed. I sniffed. I spun dramatically for effect.
And there it was—The Chosen Snack:
An unopened bag of “Crispy Whisper Crunchies – Truffle Breeze Edition.”

A limited flavor.
A flavor I had dreamed about but never found.

Until the crinkle summoned me.

Pandy says it was just the bag settling.

Mini Blue turned a pale lilac and handed me the bag solemnly.
We understood each other.
We felt the gravity.

Final Thought: Crinkle as Compass

Some follow stars.
Some read tea leaves.

I follow snack acoustics.

Because when the universe rustles, you don’t ignore it.

You open the bag.
You savor your purpose.
You crunch your destiny.

With cosmic crumbs,
Doggie 🐶✨🍟

P.S. If anyone else hears the fridge hum a lullaby at 2 a.m., please let me know. We may be spiritually linked.