The Happy Hamster Pet Store

January 29th, 2007 | 0 Comments | Stupid Animals

Outside, it was a warm, sunny, spring day. Flowers bloomed and new leaves grew on the trees. Birds flew through the sky, singing. They were happy to be free. Inside the Happy Hamster Pet Store, though, things were different.

Pippin the parakeet shook his feathers. “It’s hot in here,” he complained for the tenth time that day, “I wish I had a bird bath so I could get cooled down.”

Pippin the parakeet shook his feathers. “It’s hot in here,” he complained for the tenth time that day, “I wish I had a bird bath so I could get cooled down.”

“I wish Mr. Wilson had a fan in here,” spoke up Trixie hamster as she groomed her brownish-grey fur, “but he wouldn’t want to spend his money on one.”

Easter, a black and white tabby kitten, looked up from her cage. “This is called the Happy Hamster Pet Store, but you don’t seem very happy to me.”