The white, hard thing seemed to make a sound, though it was alien and unfamiliar. The noises it made were senseless, and he leaned in closer to hear what it was telling him to no avail. Something clung to it, an awful thing that seemed to whirl around and envelope his entire being, an awful thing that made him fear and his hair stand on end. He eyed the strange, white thing, and listened closely, trying to understand the unnerving squealing it produced, but couldn't place why it intrigued him rather than frightening him away. He was afraid, yes, but he was more and more curious.
The strange engulfing sensation whirled around him again and again as each new squeak came, before he realized the thing was talking to him, and must be a friend. Was he a friend of this awful thing? Then friend he would be. He picked up the strange thing, and placed it on his head, smiling widely. They were one, and the squeaking stopped.
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