Humpback Dolphin sat alone at the table with his slice of cake. His guests were long gone after surrendering to his snipes, jabs and insults born of his own insecurities. “So, looks like I’m still good at dishing out. I wish they’d do the same and quit being so sensitive to my… um… to me. This condition of mine.”
“Why could I not be made of sponge like you?” Humpback Dolphin asked the little cake.