T'was a cold, dark night. Moaning could be heard from my neighbor's tank that was next to my tank. My neighbor is a narwhal who likes to get it on, but never settle down. Over here in Seatopia, it's absolutely "G-rated" during the day...but then at night, man, is a "rated X" catastrophe. I have never been able to get a female walrus...maybe it's because I'm too fat. I sit in my tank, while all of the other aquatic couples mate at night. I watch them with great envy. Sometimes, I think about mac and cheese. The humans claim that it is a wonderful food, however, all I've ever tasted are the cold, freezer-burned fish that the trainers throw to me four times a day. I wish I had a lady friend...so badly. Then I wouldn't feel as left out when my other sea-friends are mating. Sometimes, I've considered becoming a woman-walrus, however, then I'd be without a male to make walrus babies with. I wish I could find love. Walruses need love too.
