inanimate brush

As I lay forgotten on the dresser, I couldn’t help but call out to the curious fox that peeked through the window. "Hey there, little friend, I’m starving!" I exclaimed, my bristles tingling with longing. "I crave the touch of hair, the smooth glide through silky strands—it's the only feast that fills me up!” (you (the fox)) *tilts head, and grins evily* “what do i get?” (brush) lanything you want!” *you grin evily*