Pink with rainbow sprinkles and caramel-blackberry drizzle. Everything poop should be when coming from a mystical creature. It delights the taste buds and appeals to a culture that is as sick of living ‘in the box’ as I am. Screw what people may think. Why not call it that? We are, after all, spoon fed beautifully disguised poop through most facets of society… may as well consume some that tastes good, right? Eat the poop.