“Hurry up, Dad,” I said, getting into the car. We were going to the pet store to find a new pet. The long drive seemed to go forever! Finally, we reached Bangor. the PetSmart had big blue walls, a giant green door and a huge red metal roof. When we went inside, it was HUGE! Dogs, cats, birds, and lizards in every corner!
“WOW!” I gasped. We went in the lizard aisle. No luck. Then cats. Crickets.
“Maybe I should wait,” I said. Just then as soon as we touche the door, I saw a ball. But it didn’t really look like a ball, it looked more like….a hamster! As I pressed my nose on the glass, she looked at me. I know, then and there, what pet I would pick.
“Cheese,” I said. “I want to name her Cheese.”
“I see,” said Mom, “you want the pet.”
“And the pet wants me.” I interrupted.
“OK,” Mom agreed, “you can have it.”
(After some time)
One day at my house, I looked in my hamster’s cage.
“MOM!” I yelled almost bursting my own eardrums! “Cheese is not in her cage!” Mom came running out of the kitchen. She looked in the cage.
“I can’t believe it!” she cried.Cheese had run away before. Normally, she was in the basement or behind the dryer. This time was different. We searched and searched, but we could not find her.
“Maybe Cheese is outside?” I exclaimed. We went outside and looked in the dog lot. A bit later, we saw a little fuzzy ball in the grass.
“Mom,” I said, in a whiney voice. “Cheese is dead!”
The next day, we had a burial for the poor little gal. “The poor creature was so sweet.” I said.
“Wherever she is,” Mom said, “ I hope she’s happy.”
