The Fuzzy Animal

Here is a random script I wrote for a comic:

There once was a fuzzy animal. He was sad because nobody knew what kind of animal he was.

Animal (crying): Nobody knows what kind of animal I am!

Then one day, while rummaging through a dumpster for some food, he found a cracked mirror. He looked into the mirror. After seeing himself for the first time, he realized he didn't know what kind of animal he was, either.

Animal: Um...I guess I don't know what kind of animal I am, either. But I sure am awfully fuzzy. I wonder if there's a razor in here somewhere?

And so the fuzzy animal began to rummage through the trash in hopes of finding a razor so he could shave and find out what kind of animal he was, as it was impossible to tell with all the fur covering his body. He eventually found a razor. It was dull, but after much labourious shaving, he managed to get rid of most of his furr. He looked into the mirror again.

Animal: Whoa, I'm a blue whale!

Then the animal died because he realized he was a whale, and whales can't live on land.

THE END.