Must be a Shmoo. The Shmoo believed that the only way to happiness was to bring happiness to others.The lovable creature laid eggs, gave milk and died of sheer ecstasy whenThe SHMOO looked at with hunger. The Shmoo loved to be eaten by humans and tasted like any food desired. Anything that delighted people delighted a Shmoo. Fry a Shmoo and it came out chicken. Broil it and it came out steak. Shmoo eyes made terrific suspender buttons. The hide of the Shmoo if cut thin made fine leather and if cut thick made the best lumber. Even the Shmoo's whiskers made splendid toothpicks. The Shmoo satisfied all the world's wants. You could never run out of Shmoon (plural of Shmoo) because they multiplied at such an incredible rate.
Li'l Abner discovered Shmoos when he ventured into the forbidden Valley of the Shmoon, against the frantic protestations of Ol' Man Mose.
"Shmoos," Mose warned, "is the greatest menace to hoomanity th' world has evah known."
"Thass becuz they is so bad, huh?" asked Li'l Abner.
"No, stupid," answered Mose, hurling one of life's profoundest paradoxes at Li'l Abner. "It's because they're so good!"
The Shmoo must have saved you for something better that day. You'll never know how lucky you were.