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