Dingo the dingo was 14 years old. The rest of his family were immortal, but he was mortal, so his longevity greatly surprised his whole family.

But nothing lasts forever, so Dingo knew he would have to decide who to leave his store to for when he was gone. He considered the options.

It must be someone who is kind and loving…

Someone who serves him Wonder Bread™ every morning…

Someone who knows which is the right car insurance to choose…

Dingo knew just the person. He ran to tell her. Dingo climbed the shelf, paw by paw, until he reached her wondrous triple-locked plexiglass enclosure. He gingerly* unlocked the locks one by one until the door swung open and there she was.

His favorite toaster, painted a vibrant shade of purple with a bright yellow flower in the center.

They took a short break from the exciting news to frolick in the daylilies.

She was ecstatic when he told her, and began to make preperations immediately.

Later that day, it was time for Dingo to die.

The toaster brought a prodigious triple layer Wonder Bread™ ice cream cake to the party. Everyone was delighted. Dingo would get to die with a serving of his favorite food on a platter.

Dingo climbed into his coffin, and Mama Dingo dished him out a piece of the cake. They all took a family selfie, and Dingo died shortly thereafter.

Dingo felt himself rising up, and going to a land where there were fountains of Wonder Bread™, and houses made of Wonder Bread™, ruled over by a Wonder Bread™ king, whose servants served Wonder Bread™ to the inhabitants of the kingdom on plates made of Wonder Bread™. It was wonderful, but Dingo missed his shop and his toasters. So he jumped off the edge, fell downwards, through the roof of the shop, and found himself sitting upon his ice cream cake, which was splattered all over the walls.

On that day, Dingo was officially proclaimed immortal, and lived happily ever after with his family and toasters.