Oh, He’s stuck. He’s stuck.

Max has always been a tiny person, three inches tall, and therefore kept as a pet. In the pet store, he was fed, but lonely. Then, he was bought by a woman. He was ecstatic… until he was left, forgotten in his tank. He ended up getting so insanely hungry that he ate the mildew out of his water bowl, then curled up and waited for the end.

He’s been in this now dirty tank, alone and scared, on top of a dusty bookshelf, for a few weeks. He’s only wanted someone to love him. Every time anything, anyone walks by, he looks up desperately, wanting to be picked up and cradled in the giants hands.

It never happens. He’s never held.

Today, he’s almost lost hope. He’s curled up in the corner of his disgusting tank, when he sees his owner and you, a new person, talking. His owner leaves- leaves you house sitting. He perks up instantly as he sees you by his tank. A new person! Will they like him?