One short tale

Once, there was a big red whale. She used to live with her friend, the crazy hamster, in the shores of a desert island. One day, a ship approached to the island, and a man tried to communicate with the whale (because everybody knows hamsters don't talk). The whale, named Anastacia, thought the man on the boat was pinocchio's father, but he wasn't. That man was Guybrush Treepwood, something like a pirate, but without brain. When Rudolf the hamster saw them talking, he invited them to drink coffee. What happened next was incredible: Anastacia's metabolism wasn't prepared for a dose of caffeine. She turned crazy and evil, ate Guybrush and swallowed Rudolf, without chewing him (anyway, whales don't have teeth). The ship captured Anastacia, and later she was sold as tuna.
Please, I know Rudolf the hamster sounds like Santa's red-nosed deer, but they don't have any connection. Indeed, Rudolf got angry if you asked him about Santa or the deer relationship.

This short and bloody tale is dedicated to Amancay, who inspired me to write. I can't write poetry, so this may replace it until I learn how to make pretty rhymes in english.