Joghurt is my lover for I am juicy and sweet.
Ever since I was a young berry, I had posters of all the famous Joghurt bands hanging on my wall. I was madly in love with them. Greek vanilla, Skyr metal, Quark Waltz Revenue. They only played the absolute bangers, so creamy and soft, just ideal to be serenaded by.
When I was graduating from berry college, I didn’t know what I would like to be, so I joined the hordes of the berry Salvation Army. Who do we save, you ask? Well, mostly yourself, the consumer. We serve a variety of nutritional purposes and we do it well. Swift death.
So I kind of forgot about this Joghurt business.
However one day, I was lurking out of my plastic container. I saw all of them, Very Berry Rock Cream, Thessaloniki Fever and Quarkini dip and the Boys.
It was truly magical. They even had special effects, a cold breeze clouding them in mystery, turning my juicy interiors upside down. I was madly in love again. Oh how much I could give to just once touch the cream.
“You know, the consumer sometimes pairs us up with these creamy bands. We serve as the juice pop!”
So you see, my dear consumer in whose shopping basket I am now. Please, fulfil my dreams, pop my berry and put me in the cream.