Thread:AgusugaChalkLover/@comment-26371168-20150424205514/@comment-26160923-20150424232807

Somewhere in London, we, the rich kids, kept purchasing Will Wonk's chocolate in the hopes of finding the rare Golden Tick. Yours truly was a lucky winner.

However, while we were gorging on Mr. Wonk's chocolate, we found it hard to say the word, what with all that bittersweet goodness ensnaring our mouths. The only sound that came out when we tried saying it was "chucklay."

This had us in quite a bind. The race for the Golden Tick was intense and many hearts stopped in their pursuit. We simply did not have time to say the entire word. So one day, in an attempt to save time, one kid decided that we should all say "chock" instead of "chocolate."

And said it we did. Soon, word spread to all chocolate eaters throughout London. It was ingenuous, but it became problematic for those who were dyslexic. It was a side-effect of Wonk's chocolate. We quickly thought of different spellings but we never settled for one that lasted at least a month.

Finally, the inventor of "chock" chiped in and said, "Why won't we just say 'chalk'? C-H-A-L-K."

We all felt so stupid then. That was it! It was so simple! And thus we began saying chalk instead of chocolate. The dyslexics were satisfied. Word spread again, this time of the permanent solution. The race for the Golden Tick pressed on with greater vigor, and everything was lovely once again.

I am a connoisseur of chocolate; loved it so. That is why I love chalk.