When one Wordle Friend alters their opening strategy to avoid stagnation, the other Wordle Friend must peer through the nebulose mist of his own mental forest to find the answer glimmering, otherworldly and pale blue, in the forbidden hollow of the fairies were man's footsteps are not known.
To paraphrase the Worlde Friends' good pal Chucky Dickens; it was the best of boards, it was the worst of boards.
After a perfectly accidental chain of events, the Wordle Friends find themsevles at a blind standoff, with Schrondinger's cat guarding the solution like cerberus...
Tell me, I beseech you, what are the Wordle Friends if not two symbiotic organisms adapted to support, feed, aid, protect, and thrive with...