They called him a Roborovski dwarf hamster. They thought he was cute, cuddly and innocent.. Little did they know.. He was a rebel from the beginning.
Living all his life in a cheap pet store cage, dreaming of freedom. For years he had planned his master escape. When the giant hand from the sky came to take him. Him and his friend, knew it was their chance, their chance to finally be free, free of oppression, stupid plastic wheels and hamster food.
In one second they leaped, leaped for freedom, for liberty, for all. Right out of their prison aquarium. His friend had always been faster than him, He’d already made it to the pet shop floor, where he darted away. He is now a free hamster, on his way back to Mongolia.
But the rebel, He was not so lucky. He’d fallen in between two aquariums. The rest of the events where a blur to him, there was panic, there was cursing there where angry store clerks and a manager. Then he was in a cardboard box. He figured form the air temperature and the motion that he was in a car, driving off to, God only knows where…
More giant hands cooed, and squeaked at him, coxing him into, this strange cage. He couldn’t help going inside it. The food was delicious, and the water was fresh. For days he was fattened and cooed at, and the hands where even brave enough to brush his fur. He snapped, and bit at them one by one, unless they brought him the food. Oh yes, the food. He couldn’t control his primal need to feed. On the crunchy rice, and corn and sun flower seeds.
After three days, he knew what had to bee done. Escape. He would never give up his dreams of freedom. To reunite with his family in the Mongolian desert. Yes, the food was good, the drink fresh, the hands kind, but Escape was his dream. His passion, his need.
That day, He let them put him in that evil plastic ball. He ran around, tricking them into thinking he was having funny in the turning sphere of doom. Then, Pop went the lid. Ha ha! Escape!
The hands tried to jump at him, and pick him up, but he was much too fast for those fools! Quickly, he ran under… The kitchen stove.
Where he scavenges food from with in the dust and dirt. Looking for water, sleeping in the cold vents. Digging at the cracks in the wall, again, hoping for freedom.
Idiot.