Behold! In yonder meadow standeth a henge most vexing, not of stone nor wood, but of Minions stacked in a perfect circle. Their tiny yellow forms wobble yet remain steadfast, held together by sheer mischief and an alarming quantity of duct tape. Some say they were summoned by an ancient wizard, others claim they simply got lost on the way to a banana festival.
The air is filled with endless chattering, for no Minion doth remain silent. They babble, they giggle, they debate most serious matters—such as whether one banana is enough for lunch or if twelve be the proper portion. Many a scholar hath tried to decipher their tongue, only to leave with a headache and a strange urge to wear goggles.
And yet, the henge endureth, a monument to chaos, comedy, and questionable structural integrity. None know its true purpose, but one thing is certain—shouldst thou enter its sacred circle, thou shalt never know peace from the endless, eternal "BEE-DO BEE-DO BEE-DO!"
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