I want a paragraph from a pretzel's perspective about wanting to be eaten
Today has to be the day; I just know it! Surely I'm a deluxe, delicious pretzel, but it's hard to keep believing that when I have yet to be eaten. It's the only reason I exist, so why hasn't anyone eaten me yet? I made sure I baked to perfection and covered all my sides for maximum coverage. I made sure to stick just the right amount of salt onto me. Snuggled neatly into the bag next to my fellow pretzels, who I'm sure are all fairly delicious, but not nearly as much as I am given how hard I worked. But yet, here I am; it's been a week, and our bag hasn't even been opened! So I ask you, when will it be my turn to be a scrumptious snack for a lucky person?!