While I glanced at it, I noticed that it was miserable, lonely and misunderstood. It had bulbous pincers like an alien, but it had the body of an automaton. The thing had tentacles, which were covered in slime like an octopus. On the beach, it sat quietly. Even though it looked sad, it still wanted to play. Not a single soul saw, or seemed to discover the thing. I liked it. I liked it a lot. I liked it so much that I stayed with it all day. Will it ever find a home?