Brave Little Toasters - Isabel Jenkins

I am a whale. My tag claims that I am a dolphin, but all of the others (including myself) agree that I'm a bit too puffy to be a dolphin. Mind you, I do not consider myself to be a real dolphin - or real whale - but instead one of the stuffed variety. Pillow Pet, in fact. I have a few friends, but they have all been dispersed around the house. My only consolation is the mother's penguin Pillow Pet, which has been stolen and stuffed behind my owner's bed. If only she could have stolen the brother's frog...that penguin goes on with incessant blabbering all throughout the night. Yet mMMFMFffFFFFMMMMF

Ahem, excuse me. My owner decided to grab me by the nose and change my location. Thankfully I am not in the most uncomfortable position at this moment, just merely being used as a lap desk for a MacBook. The only downfall of this duty is the rectangular imprint the laptop leaves on my stomach. But the feeling itself is somewhat pleasurable - the soft whir of the internal computer system, the tapping and clicking of keys, the warm metal sinking into my blubber. Ah, yes. I am unsure what you, fair reader, have been through, but this is the life.