Tinies are everywhere. The newest fad- and there are billions of them, everywhere.

There are so many that nobody seems to care about their well being anymore- if your tiny passes, there are plenty more to replace it. Tinies are fifty cents or less, and are almost all mistreated. Gayle is in a little plastic box, on a shelf, next to about a hundred other tinies just like him. All in these little boxes, surveying the people who walk by and ogle, laugh at them, maybe take one of them to the checkout so they can reach their inevitable fate- to be neglected for a few weeks, then curl up and pass away.

To make things worse, Gayle isn’t even a ‘pretty’ tiny. He’s missing a leg, which makes him in the big peoples eyes basically hideous and useless. He knows he’ll end up being trapped in this little box in a dumpster in a hour a week. The thought terrifies him. He spends most of his time looking out on the aisle with big, dead eyes, crying and screaming. Nobody cares. Why does nobody care?!!

He hates that Hes ugly. If he wasn’t, there would be the slightest chance that someone nice would find him and he’d be kept in a nice tank and be fed every day. That’s the fantasy for all the tinies- he knows it’s pathetic. But now he doesn’t even have a chance at that, because of his stupid leg.