So when I was 8 I had a hamster,now this hamster would bite my every time I touched it let alone looked at it. Me and this hamster,we hated each other to the guts,naturally he would get out of his cage once or twice a month and he would chew on everything,so I would have to find him. Well one day I decided that i didnt want him anymore,I wanted a nice,cute,fluffy hamster not some old,mean and ragged one. I asked my mom to get a different hamster,well the next day we took the hamster to the pet store and traded it in and picked out a new hamster. The next day the pet store burnt down because a rodent got loose and chewed on some wires. So there I was in my 8-year old mind convinced that it was my hamster thinking oh my gosh I just burnt down a pet store
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Tragic Hamster Deaths
Non-Fictionthis is a story about a evil hamster but it's also very funny
