#hamsterlore

"good morning sunshine"

this morning and I woke up and I had never existed until now.

this very very very very large man is looking down at me. bars between us. almost poetic in the sense that I feel seen, but not quite connected to him.

his charming smile greets me into this great big world - the time stamp is allegedly something called good morning sunshine?

idk when that is but it's the beginning.

things were great, thats until these large flesh limbs came hurtling towards me at an alarming rate.

I FELT MY EYS BLUGE

I FELT MY HEART BEATING SO FAST

THIS IS AN attack.

what ever is going on is not making me feel so warm and fuzzy, and if not for warm and fuzzy feelings ... why continue on this path?

I went from loving him to hating him. How can someone endearing become a monster?

my skin was being punctured, rubbed, and smacked. war was declared. my teeth drew blood.

I instantly felt remorse. this man started to tell me tales of watermelon encrusted with sugar. I began to daydream of a brighter life... maybe things would be okay.

until tomorrow,

xoxo harrys hampster

Part II — The Cheese Catastrophe

Our cheese is so bad the bed is cracking, mice are sharpening their teeth— ready to devour my pencils, imagining I won’t notice.

Pencil-pickaxe miners, a subterranean scheme: “Free writing tools? Ha! We’ll feast, and he won’t even suspect a thing.”

Part I — The Battlefield

Their tiny, ruthless hearts beating strong, As fluff-filled tanks roll forth, unstoppable and wrong— In this bizarre battleground where sanity has fled, Where once stood furniture, now chaos reigns instead.

Even my hamster refuses to poop in the sand, And the mice have decided our cheese is too cheap to risk.