A HAMSTER TALE
It was a dark, gloomy night. A thick, heavy fog descended over the city making it impossible to see your hand in front of your face. Fortunately, my hand was at the end of my arm so I wasn't concerned. I was in a bit of a panic, though, because I had accidentally run over my neighbour's cat with the lawnmower earlier that day. In desperation I had run to the nearest toy store to get a stuffed cat, figuring that my neighbour, an elderly lady whose eyesight was so bad she once mistook me for the Dalai Lama (I blessed her and went on my way), would think that her cat was just having an especially long nap. But they only had stuffed tigers and I didn't want to scare the bejesus out of her. Noticing that the pet store next door was still open, I ran in and asked if they had any cats. They didn't. Besides a three-legged dog, the nearest thing they had to a cat was a hamster. I had no choice. I bought the little fella and took him home with me....