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It was fluffy, whitish-yellow, and a tantalizing smell was wafting from its core. 'What's this?' Eragon thought, puzzled. He walked to a crevice in a pile of rocks and picked up an irregular shaped object. 'This is a strange rock,' Eragon mused as he examined it more closely. A buttery like aroma filled his nostrils and his stomach grumbled, a reminder that he hadn't had anything to eat.
'What is this thing?' Eragon thought, alarmed that a rock should smell and look this good. Remembering Oromis' lessons, he recited a poem devised especially for this task:
'When one comes upon something strange and unidentifiable,
The five senses are the most reliable:
Look upon the object with a logical eye,
Heed any warnings, and ask questions: why?
Who? What? When? Where? and How?
Will be of most use to you now,
A keen nose picks up an outlandish scent,
And will have a puzzle solved before the day is spent,
A powerful mind is useful and sensitive,
But when enemies are around, be apprehensive,
This last sense cannot be proceeded with haste,
Therefore use caution when you taste.'
'Let's see,' Eragon thought, 'The rock is fluffy and puffed up looking, as if it had just exploded. It might be dangerous if it explodes again. There doesn't seem to be anyone in the area, so it must have fallen out of a traveler's pocket on the way here...That rules out the Who, Why, and Where and How. But still...What is it? It has a smell like that of melted butter...' Muttering, Eragon directed the scent towards him with his hands, waving them around to propel the scent to him. 'And not butter like the elves use...Or the butter in Carvahall...' Eragon frowned, 'Or, anywhere else I've been.' Hmm... Eragon slowly lowered the barriers on his mind and reached out to touch the rock. He gained thus: heat, lots of heat, core cracking, flames searing, fluffy yellowness, want to pop, must pop, HEAT, pop, pop, pop, pop, Pop, Pop, POP, EXPLOSION—cool down, calm down, greasy butter, fall down, down, down on the floor.
Eragon restored the barriers on his mind, puzzled. The last was taste, and after all, it didn't seem that dangerous...
'Well, maybe if I just take one bite...' Eragon mused as he gingerly tasted the end fluff.
Eragon's eyes flew wide open in shock, 'It...It's GOOD!' Eragon's taste buds exploded in a wave of buttery, salty, warm and moist, fresh fluffishness.
'Yum.'