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“Tweet!”

You heard it. You know you heard it, but you pretend you didn’t hear it. You pretend no one in the house heard it.

“Tweet!”

But it happened, there’s the proof that it really happened. But you’re not the only person in the house. Maybe someone else heard it… louder than you did?

“Tweet!”

It’s a silent race to see who will be the first to stir, announcing their presence by noise. Only, no one wants to win the race. If you win it, you need to fix it.

“Tweet!”

…By this point, nobody cares to race anymore, as their concentration is broken by the ceiling’s chirping. Everyone rushes to knock the batteries loose– after all, we have nostrils that will smell any fire just as well as the fire alarm, right?!

This is the only way that I can possibly express how befuddled I am at this exact moment– I’d done a Google search to verify the spelling of “narwhal” and what met my eyes was a Wikipedia article. A Wikipedia article with photos of narwhals leaping out of the ocean, photos of fossils. FOSSILS. Photos that did not appear Photoshopped. And references– there are many references on the Wiki page, as well.
I’m freaking out. I seriously thought these were fictitious creatures– the unicorns of the ocean! Gaah!! My mind is blown! (And educated…!)

15 minute pose, digitized in many more minutes.

This guy kept reminding me of Footrot Flats!