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[jhope271]

Here's the next two chapters:

 

Chapter 3

Now I know what life is actually supposed to be like. I have a giant wheel, giant hide, giant cage, giant everything! My owner still hasn’t touched me, but that’s nice, I’m still settling in, so I’m glad she doesn’t claw me out of this wonderful cage. It doesn’t even feel like a cage! I’ve expanded my burrow quite a bit more, so that now I can run from one side of my cage to the other underground. The whimzee is almost completely gone, even though I’ve tried so hard to savour it. The other day, I stumbled upon something new! (That’s how big my cage is!) It’s a tray filled with some sand. I dug in it for a while,  but then had an idea. I rolled over again, and again, and again, and again… After that I felt so clean! Cleaner than my paws, or even mom had ever made me! It had been a week since the owner brought me home to my cage, and for the first time, she was opening my cage! I had been getting bored recently, after I had claimed everything in my cage and discovered everything, so I was happy that there would be something new to do. The owner offered me an empty box. This was like the day at the tank with hay pellets, (Hey, I really hate those pellets), with the tiny cage! I stepped inside the box confidently. “Good girl” I could tell from the tone of her voice she was happy with me. The box was carried away, up some steps cut into the owner’s cage, and into a new room. She set me down in a giant, smooth white cage with a towel, food scattered around, and some of my toys, (Aha! That’s where those went!) and sat down in there too. I thought I was supposed to sit, so I did. We had a staring contest. I won easily. I finally decided that if she wasn’t going to do anything, I would. I scampered towards a walnut, one of my favourites. Tasty. One of those striped seeds was next. Then flax, then a few oats, and so on. I carried on eating seeds and nuts until I looked up and saw that I was right in front of the owner. She was smiling. I wondered that if I stepped closer, she’d laugh. I did. Then I stepped even closer. I put a paw on her leg. She laughed. I put another paw up. Her hand moved towards a seed. I jumped back, and she Picked up the seed, and offered it to me, just in front of me. I snatched it and gobbled it up in two bites. Then I looked up, as if to say, more? She took a piece of walnut, and offered it. I took it. Another seed, this one resting on her leg. I accept your challenge! Reaching up, two paws on her, I took it, pouching this one. An oat, placed higher up her leg. I’d have to climb up onto her to get to it. I gave her a wary glance. Now she looked worried, as if she thought I might run away at any second. That scared me. She’d always been so confident, especially that day when she stopped the employee. My brain was telling me to take that oat, cheer her up. However, my instincts had other ideas. Before I knew what I was doing, I was racing away from her, into my hide. I peeked out again, to see her looking disappointed. I wish I had taken that oat. What if she gives me away, or worse, back to the place with the hay pellets?

 

Chapter 4: Owner's Perspective

I really wish I hadn’t been so bold with her. I should have just let her get used to my voice and scent. I hated that pet store! Seriously, I don’t want that terrible cage, or my hamster having a terrible fear of humans because some employee couldn’t help tearing a hide off of that poor hamster. My friends are all asking me what I’m going to name her. Is it wrong to want to get to know a hamster before naming her? I guess I’ll try bathtub bonding again tomorrow.

 

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Right now it’s 10:00 p.m. I’ve stayed up late so I can try bathtub bonding again This time, I want her to feel comfortable, so I’ve waited until she’s awake on her own. I placed the shoebox once more in her cage, waited for her to climb in, then carried her up to the bathroom. I let her go in the tub, but this time let her explore for a while before introducing myself. When I sat down, she scampered away, but almost immediately came back to sniff me. She seemed very confident, so I decided to place another oat on my leg. I love the feeling of those tiny paws on my leg. She took the oat and ate it, one paw still on me. She looked up with that begging look that seemed to say, ”more?” I gave her a walnut, then offered my finger for her to sniff. She smelled, then found a nearby flax seed, and made it disappear in less than two seconds. Another seed was set on my leg, and she came up again. I held my breath. It was in this position when she ran last time. She glanced my way, then placed her two paws on my leg once more, and proceeded to stretch longer that I thought was possible, trying to get the seed. Eventually she gave in, and placed her third and fourth paws on my leg, boosting herself up. After grabbing the pumpkin seed, she ran away as fast as her tiny legs could carry her, (which was pretty fast) to a hide I’d placed. I could hear her munching away, and after a while she poked her little nose out, and when I placed the shoebox in the tub, she ran in readily. I took this as a sign she was done for tonight, and honestly I was feeling pretty tired too. As soon as she was in her cage, she went right to her sand bath, and cleaned herself. I went to bed almost immediately after. Unfortunately, I didn’t sleep for some time, thanks to her running on her wheel like crazy. Maybe, I thought sleepily, she wasn’t that tired as in ‘I’m going to sleep now tired’ as she was tired of me.

      Good story    

[ssandalgi]

Wow, I love how this story progressed! Good job!

[Tiny Ball Of Fuzz]

nooooooooooo poor tiny

 

I know, right?

T-T poor tiny 

her dad is so neglectful... that's her dad right kekekek

This reply has not been added as it has been posted too quickly sadness has entered the chat...

You guessed it! It is indeed her dad...

 

omg ima use this as an example to other authors that they should post multiple GOOD (nOT FILLER) chapters in one day. smh some authors dont post for wEEKS (jkjkjk yall are good but still, post more alis >:( )

 

Once I start writing, I can't stop, that's why I post so much...

Sorry I will

 

But you must follow again then

 

Also great chapter! And sad

Yup! Very sad...

 

      Good story    

 

Thanks a lot!

Wow, I love how this story progressed! Good job!

Thanks!

[Tiny Ball Of Fuzz]

Next three chapters, all very short, that's why they're grouped together.

Chapter 9: Owner’s Perspective

First day of camp. Yesterday was dedicated to everyone arriving, settling in, and introductions. I’m lying in bed, waiting for an assistant to call us to wherever we are going to go. Ping! I have a text from Kate, my friend back at home. i dont have to go to camp! I text back, yay! Then I think. Kate adores Tiny… so maybe she wouldn’t mind checking in on her? I decide to ask. could u check in on tiny? She answers, you mean ur amazing, adorable, wonderful hamster? I text back, ya, that hamster. I watch her typing dots jump for a while. Eventually her message pops up. YES!!! I grin. That’s Kate for you. Thx I text, then, gtg. The assistant is coming. When she opens the door, letting in a ton of light, I hear a chorus of groans from the other bunks. I join in. A new day has begun.

 

Chapter 10: Hamster’s Perspective

I think I’ve realized that my owner isn’t coming back. She really did abandon me. Even though it’s summer, I feel cold. I sneeze. My throat feels so dry, I haven’t had water for ages. I don’t need to contemplate doom anymore, it’s staring me right in the face. Then, light. Someone’s here! I jump up, (actually it’s more of a wiggle), and totter over to the bars. A man in a bright coat comes in, but he’s not the man that took me away. I can sense he’s surprised, and maybe even a bit frightened when he sees me. Another man walks in. My throat tightens. He’s the one that took me. I want to jump at him, to claw and bite, but I’m stuck behind these stupid bars. The man with the blinding coat explodes as soon as he sees the man who took me. “Why on earth did you bring a dumb rat in here!?! And why didn’t I know?!?” he yells. The kidnapper makes a calming gesture. “Hey, I wanted it to be a surprise. Calm down!” The man in the bright coat doesn’t calm down. “This is my building, and you know full well I won’t have any vermin in here.” He takes a step towards the man who took me. “You get that-that-that thing out of here right this second!” Just then, probably saving my life, a small woman walks in. She rushes to my cage. “Excuse me?” she asks the man in the coat. “You realize that this poor animal is here without food or water, in a tiny cage, with barely any bedding...” Her voice gets higher and higher as she lists all the problems with my current care and cage. She gives both men a look, then runs outside. The two men shrug at each other. Then they sit down and begin pouring over some sheets of paper. They occasionally glance over at me, muttering things like, “Is her coat the right shade?”, “She doesn’t look very alert, are you sure she’ll look good in it?” and so on. Eventually, the woman rushes back in, and by this time, I’m feeling sleepy from lack of water. Then I feel a familiar metal spout in front of me. “Drink.” a voice says, and I do. I drink long, and feel the refreshing water pouring down my throat. I opened my eyes, not realizing they’d been closed, and saw a different face from my owner’s staring at me. A hand reaches in slowly, but I still dash back into my pile of bedding. I poke my nose out and watch as the hand places as much bedding as the cage will hold inside it. Then it places a hide, as much enrichment as possible, (not very much), a wheel, a dish with food in it, and finally it fastens a water bottle onto the side of the cage. Then the face whispers how sorry it is about the cage and moves away. She sits down at the table and asks my kidnapper if he’s sure his daughter won’t mind I’m missing. He nods and says that May, (my owner is May, I guess?) is at summer camp, (that’s where she went! Wait, what’s summer camp?) and she won’t miss me. I hope that last bit is a lie.

 

Chapter 11: Kate’s Perspective

I walk, no, bounce up the driveway I’ve walked so many times before.  I get to see Tiny! I haven’t seen her in a while, but I’m sure she’s as happy as ever. I skip up to the shed, find the spare key that’s always there, and open the front door. “Hello?” I call. Even though May said her parents would be at work right now, I didn’t want to walk in on her Mom or Dad. That would be embarrassing. No one answered. The house was still. I stepped inside, and made my way over to the room with the cage in it. That was weird. I couldn’t hear Tiny on her wheel. Or her water bottle. Or her rustling around in the bedding. The room was as silent as a graveyard. I shivered. This was a bit creepy. I lifted the lid of the cage, and peered inside. No movement. My stomach clenched. What if….? No, I thought, pushing the thought away. I rustled the bedding, then listened. Turned her wheel. Scratched gently on the top of her main hide. Nothing. I went to the kitchen and returned with a tub of peanut butter. Putting a bit on a spoon, I waved it around each of the hides, pausing in front of Tiny’s main hide a second longer. Then I waited. And waited. Eventually, feeling scared, I decided to lift the main hide. I did. No pink little nose poked out of her burrow. Now I felt a sense of urgency. I knew I shouldn't, but I was so worried I poked my finger into her burrow, feeling through the slight twists and turns until I hit a solid wall. No. No, this can’t be happening.

[dino ♥]

oh no...

poor tiny

[Jellie]

T-T NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[ssandalgi]

nouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu tinyyyyyyyy T-T

[Tiny Ball Of Fuzz]

oh no...

poor tiny

 

Sadness... 

T-T NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

 

More sadness... 

nouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu tinyyyyyyyy T-T

Tons of sadness... 

 

But...next chapter! By the way, I'm going to start writing the character's names instead of "hamster's perspective" and "owner's perspective".

 

Chapter 12: May’s Perspective

The first day of camp went better than I expected. Maybe Dad’s right, I’ll enjoy this. Me and Maria were put in the same group, so I got to know her over the course of the day. Thankfully for her, Olivia wasn’t in our group. Now I’m back in our cabin, checking for any texts from Kate about Tiny. There are tons. First she asked if I was there. Then she said she needed to talk to me urgently. Then she tried to video-call me. Then there was a long text, which was unlike Kate, explaining… No. No, no, no, no, NO. Tiny’s gone from her cage. And I’m not there! She must’ve escaped. Unless… Dad wasn’t a fan of Tiny in the first place, but he wouldn’t, would he? I forced the thought from my mind. Tiny was probably just fine, gorging herself on crumbs in some corner of my house. Luckily, we didn’t use mousetraps, nor did we have a cat. The text ended with Kate saying she’ll look around my house, and when my dad comes home she’ll ask him to help. I check my watch. Dad will be home in a half hour, Mom in an hour. She’d go crazy if she knew there was a rodent running loose in the house, and Dad, well, I’m sorry to say, Dad was still a suspect. I fired off a quick text telling Kate not to tell Mom or Dad that Tiny’s missing. Y? she texts back a few minutes later. I ask if we can video-call. When she picks up, she looks as if she’s been crying. Wow. She really, really cares about Tiny. I explain the situation, and she says, “Really? You think your own Dad might have taken her?” I nod. “Possibly.”  I look up. Maria’s standing in the doorway. “Your dad might have taken what?” She asks. I sigh. I guess Maria’s getting roped into this too. “My hamster.” I respond.

 

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It takes a while to explain everything to Maria, and introduce her to Kate. I am just telling her the last bit when we hear voices outside. I say bye to Kate, not waiting for an answer before closing the app and opening a random game. Maria runs to her bunk, the other top one, and picks up her phone, which she left there before I explained everything to her. Olivia and Madeline come in, laughing and talking, but stop dead when they see me. Apparently they forgot about their own roommate. They purposefully turn their backs on me, and practically strut over to Olivia’s bunk, the one beneath Maria’s. They start talking about all the girly things, things I’ve never given a thought to in my life. I roll my eyes. Maria nods. “If you think this is bad, try living with them!” She signs. Earlier that day, we had found that we both knew sign language. She used it to communicate with her deaf brother, I learned it for fun. But somehow, in all our ‘get to know each other’ talk, she had neglected to say she lived with these girls?!? “What?” I sign back. Maria signs, “We’re sisters, even though we look nothing alike.” That was true. Olivia had blonde hair, and light skin, Madeline had red hair, freckles, and slightly darker skin than Olivia, and Maria had black hair and dark skin. I don’t need to sign. My expression shows enough. Maria grins, and begins to sign back, but Madeline notices and whispers something to Olivia, who looks up and frowns. “You two know each other or something?” Maria looks at me like, ‘what do I do?’ We’d decided to try to keep our friendship secret from Maria’s sisters, because they didn’t want her to have any friends, for fear of her getting popular and taking the spotlight off of them. “Not really,” I say casually, “But we’re in the same group, so we’re acquainted.” Olivia sniffs, trying to look so high and mighty, and looks away. Maria continues signing, and I go to stop her, until what she’s saying registers in my brain. “Olivia never bothered to learn sign language. She thinks she’s above doing anything with a deaf person, even though he’s her brother. Maddie knows a little bit, though.” I sign back, “Ok. I’m going to sleep now.” Maria looks like she wants to say something more, but instead she just signs good night, and goes out to the porch.

[ssandalgi]

;-; "My hamster" AHHHHHHHH First of all why are you so good at writing lollllllllll 

WHAT HAPPENS AFTER SHE GOES OUT ONTO THE PORCH-

[dino ♥]

sign language

AND SISTERSSSSSSSSS?!?!?!?

[Tiny Ball Of Fuzz]

;-; "My hamster" AHHHHHHHH First of all why are you so good at writing lollllllllll 

WHAT HAPPENS AFTER SHE GOES OUT ONTO THE PORCH-

Wait, first of all, are you seriously wondering what happens when she goes out onto the porch??? That was just there because I didn't know what to write to finish the chapter!!!

 

Also, I'm good at writing??? What? But thanks... It's good to know that I'm good at something I like to do. 

[Tiny Ball Of Fuzz]

sign language

AND SISTERSSSSSSSSS?!?!?!?

Ya, sign language, perhaps because I'm off and on learning it...

And yes, sisters. 

[Jellie]

heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ur such a good writer <3

hehehehhehehehehehe i cant wait for the next chapter~

[Tiny Ball Of Fuzz]

heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ur such a good writer <3

hehehehhehehehehehe i cant wait for the next chapter~

Thanks!

[Tiny Ball Of Fuzz]

I love this next chapter, but I also hate it. But I love it more than I hate it. Or maybe I hate it more than I love it. I really don't know. Anyways... I bring you more of Tiny's antics!

 

Chapter 13: Tiny’s Perspective

Today the lady who had given me my toys and wheel came back. She obviously didn’t know what to do with a new hamster though, because besides knowing I needed a big cage, enrichment, a wheel, and food and water, she was absolutely clueless. She didn’t leave me any time to settle in because as I said, today she came back, (not in the morning or evening!), and decided to claw me out of my tiny burrow where I’d been sleeping. As I looked around blearily, I registered that she was holding me in that position I can’t do anything about, and that my kidnapper, the man who used to where a bright coat, (now he was wearing a dark shirt), and several other people I didn’t recognize were all huddled around me, again saying things about my colouring and how alert and healthy I looked. Then the clueless women scooped me up in a hard, cool tube with a back, and carried me over to a stage. It was a platform that had a green wall. I was placed on there. There was also a shirt hanging from an almost invisible thread. I dove towards it, hiding under the folds until the clueless woman dug me out of there, placed me right beside the shirt, and gave me a treat. I pouched the treat. She lifted me and handed me over to another woman, not even trying to be gentle. That woman scruffed me and I had a flashback. My mother used to carry me like this, before we were separated, and I was carried away to the place that my owner—no, now I can call her May—that May took me to her cage. I remember her telling me that even if I got a nice owner, I should remember that not all humans are good, like the ones that threw my siblings into boxes and shipped them away. We’d watched the men and women move around, organizing boxes, and strapping them together to be shipped. A small stick digging around in my mouth snapped me out of my thoughts. It pulled out the seed I had pouched and the woman took it, before handing me back to the clueless woman. She placed me back beside the shirt and flicked me. I got the message, but there was no way I was going to do what these people wanted. They had torn me from my home, and now they were demanding I do this for them, have a stick put in my mouth and be kept in a cage the size of-of  my paw? No way. I scamper away, off the edge of the table and onto the floor. I hear shouting above me, people saying to close any doors and catch him, (I am female, thank you very much!) at all costs. The clueless woman is running towards the door I’m going for too, and it looks like she’s going to make it first. I run even faster, but it’s hopeless. My legs are too short, even though I’m running faster. But I keep on going. I get a brief glimpse of the outside world, feel a light breeze ruffle my fur, before the door slams shut, and a shoe, (very stinky), is clamped over me. A piece of paper slides under my feet, and the shoe is tipped, so I’m thrown on my back. I scramble up, then sniff around the edges of the shoe where the paper meets the shoe. No escape. Someone’s probably clamped a hand on the top, I thought. Then, realizing that, a, I better make the best of this situation, and, b, one of my torturers probably owned this shoe, an idea began to form in my mind. I didn’t have much time. First, I shredded the inner lining of the shoe, I I mean all the lining. Then I peed everywhere inside the shoe. Next, hearing voices outside of my prison, I chewed as fast as was hamsterly possible, all around the edge, leaving only a tiny bit holding the rubber sole of the shoe on. Then, all of the shredded lining went into my mouth and was wetted by my saliva, (it tasted terrible), and I spread it all over the bottom of the shoe. I then scampered over to the exit, just in time to have the paper lifted. Following my plan, I scrambled out as soon as possible, right into my cage. Then I waited.