...ran away.
...Three days ago. For three agonizing days (at least in the eyes of my sister), her "poor" hamster lived as a rogue nomad/wanderer, mingling with the basement spiders and then some. I could imagine it, squeaking with joy, "I'm a FREE hamster now!" (to the tone of Pinnochio's "I'm a REAL boy now!") It met up with the basement mice gang, defeated their leader, and climbed its way to the top of the rodent social ladder.
Just as it was enjoying its freedom, hunger began to gnaw at the pits of its tiny stomach. My sister, being the semi-clever one, left the door to the hamster cage open, attempting to tempt (haha) it with some delectable morsels of dried corn and... stuff. For three nights she waited, observing the slight change in the food level. She knew her precious hamster was alive; just in hiding. Like a refugee. Finally, she could bear it no longer. She hired me, the bounty hunter, to go off in search of this rogue hamster. As I snuck downstairs into the basement, I heard a faint shuffling sound, like tiny rodent paws clawing at the smooth wooden flooring. The corner of my eye caught the glimpse of a tiny shadow, scampering across the floor. Turning on the lights, I dashed after it, snatching the pathetic thing up in my nimble hands then plopping it back into its cage. The rodent squeaked and screeched in protest, but I would not open that cage door again.
Sorry lil' fella, but your life as a free hamster is over.
...and that just about sums up my (non)epic story of how I the bounty hunter successfully caught the rogue hamster and was rewarded... nothing. She didn't even say thanks! -.-
(Yep this is what procrastination does to you)
4 comments:
OMG ALICIA. WHY DON'T YOU UPDATE. WHY???
- Emily
PS. -cof- who else?
Omg I remember when Emily was looking for the hamster!!!!!
You probably thought Peter ate it.
Well, I wouldn't expect MY sister to pay me back with a simple thanx, cuz she'd be so ashamed that I found it and she didn't (xD).
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