what 80 ton whales eat for lunch

a whale by the name of Clifford Wellington swallowed an entire Japanese city today. it wasn't any particular city. he wasn't any particular whale. the Call Me Ishmael foundation had named him public enemy number one earlier that month. upon arriving at the shores his white saline like eyes began to radiate bursts of beautiful red light, red like the syrup they dunk ice cream cones in when you order a strawberry dip on a mosquito filled summer night. Clifford's massive mouth opened and exposed tiny villages of rectangle molars ruled by rectangle mayors who were surrounded by rectangle advisers. so busy taking care of rectangle matters. the stretching of Clifford's jaw caused a tidal wave that flooded every city street and basement ten miles inland! "A city float," he thought! the skyscrapers tasted like milk, the cars tasted like candy, the candy tasted like sugar, the pavement tasted like peanut brittle, and the surrounding farm land gave Clifford's lunch and avocado sandwich feel. one survivor pointed out the politicians kicking and screaming begging for their square suits and oval brains back.