“Look, it's the pretzel man!” Children would shout as they approached Mr. Twirly’s snack stand. He was a favorite with the little ones, although adults got their fair share of fun from visiting his famous stand. As soon as the fair would open its gates, patrons would rush over and press in close to watch Mr. Twirly work. Always a showman, first he’d take a request from the gathered crowd. “A bird!” “A flower!” “A unicorn!” They’d shout, trying their best to stump him. Then, always up for a challenge, he’d pick the hardest suggestion—that’s when he worked his magic. With a flash of a tentacle, Mr. Twirly would twist up a masterful pretzel sculpture. With a curl of an arm he’d whip out each suggestion. A bird: check. A flower: done. A unicorn: easy-peasy. Not only were his creations masterfully beautiful, they were incredibly delicious. Thick with a chewy center and crisp exterior, perfectly salted and buttery—Mr. Twirly’s pretzels were the best around. From the moment the fair opened until the second it closed, he had a line of people waiting and watching at his stand. Business was booming.