That's right. The moon.
In one, big gulp.
Her heart used to beat with a tremendous melody in the vast cavern that was her chest until a fisherman stole it from her very chambers.
And that is where she now held the moon.
She was sad and sick and missed her heart. In her loneliest of times, her heart had been there for her. It spoke to her in rhythms only she could hear.
But now it was gone.
And the world was quiet.
Until the whale swallowed the moon.
Her empty spaces felt cold with the moon tucked away inside, but they were full again.
But the fish and the crustaceans and even the coral were concerned. They missed the moon and they missed the whale, for both had disappeared into the deep, black sea.
So, they looked for the whale and they looked for the moon.
And at last, they found her.
She had hidden herself away in the dark with the moon where she had grown cold with it, for the moon made a cold heart.
The fish and the crustaceans and even the coral offered her a trade: if she released the moon and allowed them inside, they would make an even better heart.
The whale agreed and released the moon, which ambled its way to the surface and into the sky like a great, silver bubble.
She then opened her great mouth and her friends made their way in - the fish and the crustaceans and even the coral.
And the whale had a heart again.