Needless to say, you were more than surprised when you found a round white thing under your bed when you came home from work today. Your first instinct was to maybe step on or hit it with a bat, but it actually smiled and sort of…draped over your knees in this endearing way (since you fell over from shock)…
You'd decided to keep the round little...thing, since you were pretty sure it didn't belong to anybody and it had mysteriously kept finding a way to get back into your home, making it clear that it wasn't leaving anytime soon.
One incident of the aforementioned feat was the first time you flung the creature outside (now, feeling guilty) and locked your door. Thinking nothing of it, you went to fix yourself something to drink. You'd had tea and coffee, but decided to go down a healthier route and drink some Jasmine, but added sugar anyway because it was tasteless without it.
After a few subtle turns, being careful not to spill the contents of your mug on your skin, you blew and brought the drink up to your lips.
Needless to say, to your surprise, the Mochi (as you decided to call it) was inside the mug staring straight at you with big blue eyes. Taking advantage of your obviously shocked state, it leaned over the rim of the mug (not that it needed to; it was what some could call "pudgy".) and pecked you on the lips before you freaked and dropped the cup and the creature into your sink.[1]
So now here it was, rolling contently, to and fro across your carpet stopping occasionally to stare at you happily.
It seriously reminded you of another close friend of yours, Alfred F. Jones...maybe it was his pet? He did own a strange variety of pets including a whale, two cats (one of which also looked like him), and stranger still, an alien that he named "Tony" (though you promised to keep your mouth shut about that last bit.)
After mulling it over for a few more minutes you dismissed the idea. You called him to ask if he was missing any pets at all and his immediate answer was 'no'. He wouldn't even have a...animal...like this would he? Sure a whale and an alien were unusual to have, but they were known species to the world! (But not Tony in masses...)
The only reason you decided to call it a 'Mochi' is because Kiku Honda, your supervisor, who worried constantly over what his staff was eating, seeing that almost everyone ate cakes, cookies, meat, some type of alcohol and/or soda on a daily basis, he suggested that they try "mochi ice cream".
Being a skeptic, you searched online for whatever the hell "mochi" was and found to be described as a "rice cake made of glutinous rice pounded into paste and molded into shape."
Not being the "super philosophical" type (like your friend Heracles) to wonder who would made a living mocha (or whatever this was), you dismissed the thought and began focusing on what you should do with the little pillow from this point on.
You'd already decided to keep it, but what did it eat? Did it need to exercise? To socialize with others of its kind? How did it reprodu-...never mind.
The mochi seemed to cease its constant rolling, maybe sensing your discomfort, and rolled next to you, prodding you in the thigh. (gigglesnort)
Looking down, you could see it was peering up at you with its big eyes seemingly filled with worry for its new owner. All doubt you had before melted away when it quickly hopped into your lap and hopped and rolled seemingly trying to distract you.
You sighed and just placed your hand on what you assumed was the top of its head.
"Take good care of me from now on..." you mumbled tiredly.
To your absolute shock it responded...
"It's Okay! I'm American!"
[1] - You can find this on deviantArt. "Mochi 1"
