"WAAAAAAAAH!" The weasel sits on a bench in the park, tears gushing from her eyes like a fire hydrant and forming large puddles on the ground under her. It was Valentine's day and she had nobody to hold her. After a few minutes of crying a small creek that slithered across the park lawn, Hammer's wailing quieted to a few gentle sobs as she hung her head, salty tears rolling down her long snout, "I.....I feel so alone...."