I would breed Shmoos

Shmoos are cute bowling-pin-shaped creatures that breed exponentially, consume nothing, and eagerly provide everything that humankind wants. They are said to love humans so much they live only to serve them, producing milk (bottled) and eggs (packaged). If glanced at with hunger, they die of sheer happiness to be eaten, and taste like pork when roasted, chicken when fried, and steak when broiled.

If you could pick any fictional animal to be your lifelong companion (like a Pokémon or fantasy pet), what would it be?

I would give them out to anyone I met. And spend my life breeding as many as I could. When I die, some enterprising douche bag will invent a virus that will whipe out all the Shmoos in the world and keep the last of the species locked up and separated. And become immensely rich and all powerful as the only provider of this resource. After a few generations, the world will forget about the Shmoo. But for that brief time, the world would know no hunger. And have a companion whom’s love’s only condition is your happiness and comfort.

I can already hear the pesimist and radical vegans asking, “Wouldn’t that make the Shmoo a slave?” The beauty of it is that the Shmoo is using us for its own happiness. We would be slaves to Shmoos. Who would know nothing but happiness as they cured the world of hunger.