The whale was sad. He was often sad, so no one cared this time. But they should have. They sure should have. This time, he was REALLY sad. So sad, he muttered things like "eeeeeeeee". He was a whale.
Just then, a new city was founded on the sad whale's soft underbelly. Soon, express highways stretched between the whale's belly and such cities as New York, Milan and Tokyo. The whale was in the middle of things, now.
He was no longer sad. Still a whale, and not sad. He would say things like "eeeeeeeee", but happily. He was very rich now, and decided not be a whale anymore. He wanted to be a boat.
And then he was. Then he met up with a baby deer cub named "Coa", who he cruelly raped and flung into a ditch. And they were a singing sensation.
Playing in all the best clubs, their hit song "eeeeeee" made it to the top of the charts in record time. The boat was as happy as could be.
But then his inhabitants started to complain. The boat's constant touring was forcing them to constantly relocate and have to rebuild their electrical and telephone lines. Coa was having similar problems with the beaver family who lived in his thorax.
Citing creative difficulties, they broke up their act, and became a farmer, working the land in the south. And they were HAPPPPPPY.