Sapphire A. Moerlevad, raccoon-at-large, went a bit overboard during his birthday feast. He gobbled and grew, swelling across the globe until the planet became one of his own satellites. The people of Earth begged him to stop eating, but it was his inalienable annual prerogative to submit to every hedonistic impulse. The tiny people of the planet could not argue as this was an unbreakable code of universal birthday law, but that also meant he'd have to stop eating by the start of the next day.

To that end, he ate the sun, condemning the future to forever be his birthday. His growth, now powered by a nuclear reaction, still did nothing to quell his hunger. The star-stuffed omnivore kept eating happily right on through that uncomfortable tightness that comes from reaching the boundaries of your own universe. Looking out over the buffet of other universes, he sighed contentedly and hiccuped, patting what little bit of his powerful bulk he could reach. No birthday wish ever tasted so good.

Sketch commissioned by Mike Fang as a birthday gift for Sapphire, background & colors callously tacked-on by myself (Krafty).