You might not know this, but I have a thing about names. Everything must have one. Now, it’s not so bad that I name my hairbrush or anything, but my kindle (Judas) and my car (Sophie) are evidence of my disorder.
And now, there’s the narwhal.
I have narwhals for giveaways (that or a plush narwhal army, I haven’t decided), but THIS narwhal, he of the argyle splendor, is mine.
And presently, he is nameless.
Help me rectify this.
If anyone comes up with the perfect name, they will get a batch of chocolate cake cookies (and yes, those are arguably as awesome as they sound).