What to do wiff the rejects?

While Barry and the other brothers burrowed deep into their cozy sock for a well-earned nap, Reuben stayed behind at the Candy Corm Palace.

He had one mission: finish the candy corm count. But after seberal hours, surrounded by neat piles and tiny crumbs, he realized there were… extras. Bent ones, slightly squishy ones, and a few mysterious double-tipped corms that clearly didn’t meet the strict Elf Standards.

Reuben studied the rejects thoughtfully, paws on hips. “Too pointy to toss, too sweet to waste,” he mused. Then his eyes lit up. “Tower time.”

Soon the courtyard was alive wiff the clink and clatter of sugar construction. Reuben stacked the candy corms into spiraling towers, each one taller and wobblier than the last. He adjusted his little candy corm hat, tongue sticking out in concentration, and carefully placed the final piece atop the tallest tower.

By the time Barry woke from his sock nap and peeked outside, Reuben was sitting proudly beside a skyline of shimmering orange-and-yellow towers.