Story of the Week: 3/21/21

Hello, here’s my story of the week! “The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.” -Dolly Parton.

You know where to find my Etsy Shop link. This is a true story, so bear with me:

It was a Friday evening and I was eating dinner with my mother and my sister, Chase. We had let our hamster, Primrose, roll around in her ball in the kitchen while we ate. I had just finished a chicken finger when I decided to check on the hamster. I got up and walked into the kitchen. When I stepped into the room, I gasped.

“Oh my Gosh.” I said, rubbing my temple.

I repeated the phrase a few times. My cat, Panda, was sitting next to the empty plastic ball.

My sister and mother rushed into the room. I started breathing really fast and huffing and puffing as if I was in labor.

My sister chased Panda up the stairs so she’d be out of the way and we looked under the oven. After a few suspenseful minutes, we heard a noise. My breath caught in my throat and my heart started pounding. Suddenly, Primrose popped her head out from under the side of the cabinet that was under the oven.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thanks Gosh, Prim was alive. She returned back to the place where she came and then my sister rushed to another cabinet, grabbing things to entice the hamster. Seeds, treats, seed sticks, all her favorites.

Primrose popped her head out again and spent a few minutes chewing on the gas line to the oven, completely oblivious, just wanting to explore.

She eventually creeped towards the food and then we managed to put her back in her ball. We were all pretty shaken up, but she was completely fine. And that is that, the time I thought I killed my hamster, who, for the record, is less than 3 months old but quite fat and big.

Hope you enjoyed this story! See you next time!