It’s serious bizness

Counting work at the Candy Corm Palace was complete — ebery sugary kernel tallied, sorted, and stacked. Now the Candy Corm Elf sat at his desk, hat slightly askew, staring intently at his laptop. The glow ob the screen reflected in his eyes as he mumbled to himself, “Column B… recipient names… column C… delibery coordinates… column D… snack preferences…”

He tapped the keyboard wiff serious determination (and a few crumbs). A spreadsheet ob epic proportions began to take shape — the Great Candy Corm Delivery Master List. Each entry noted who would receive their sweet shipment, how many corms, and whether they preferred crunchy or soft-center corms.

Once the data was safely saved, the Candy Corm Elf opened his map app and began plotting the route. “Efficiency is key,” he said in his best manager voice. “If we start wiff the western burrows and swing fru the pantry district before dusk, we can beat the bedtime rush.”

Reuben poked his head in, holding a mug of cocoa. “You do realize,” he said, “that no one else takes this seriously, right?”

The Candy Corm Elf didn’t look up. “That’s why I’m in charge of logistics,” he replied.