I remember when I was about four years old my family had offered to baby sit my cousin Dana’s hamster while her and my aunt, uncle and second cousin are away. I at first thought that we were keeping the little furry hamster forever. But then my mother told me that we were only baby-sitting it. I cried a little. But then after a little kicking and screaming, hissy fit routine I finally settled down. I was a horrible spoiled little brat I’ll have to admit. My mother instructed not to take it out of the cage unless she was there. Can you guess what I did? Yes I pulled it out of the cage thinking “Oh she’ll never catch me.” Wrong! She found me in my room trying to get the little creature out from under my bed. She yelled at me and I cried yet again . . . loudly, very loudly. She finally said that if I did it again I would have to speak to my dad about this. Speaking to my dad about something I had done was bad news. So this time while it was in its little travel ball thingy I took it out and tried to play dress up with it. The hamster was way too big for my Barbie dress up clothes. Man that thing was fat. Of course it bit me and I set it down next to the TV stand. The hamster decided to run away from me for whatever reason and hid behind the TV. Try as I might I could not reach far enough to pull it from behind the TV. I ended up pushing the TV over with a crash. Then I put the hamster back in the cage and running up stairs so my mother wouldn’t catch me. Well she caught me anyway as you might have guessed. I had to explain to my father why I broke the TV and why I disobeyed my mother. I got a mild sentence of going to bed early. Stupid hamster.
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