a sad mourning
this morning i woke up to find that the angel of death had visited my house during the night, and when it departed it took my dear hamster clint eastwood with it. poor little clint was as stiff as a board this morning when i tried to roust him up for his morning medicine.
*an ode*
clint was a good little hamster, though he never really warmed up to anyone and consistently had the worst hamster haircut in town. all he thought of was escape, and it was only when the reality of his situation finally took hold that his spirit was broken. i am convinced that he died willingly, as the only means of transcending the steel bars and plastic that confined his tiny little body. oh clint, why could you never embrace your place in this universe? why could you never groom yourself so as to not look like albert einstein? why, oh why, were you so human?
i shall mourn at least a day before choosing a successor, for the line of clint eastwoods must be continued...he would have wanted it that way.
*an ode*
clint was a good little hamster, though he never really warmed up to anyone and consistently had the worst hamster haircut in town. all he thought of was escape, and it was only when the reality of his situation finally took hold that his spirit was broken. i am convinced that he died willingly, as the only means of transcending the steel bars and plastic that confined his tiny little body. oh clint, why could you never embrace your place in this universe? why could you never groom yourself so as to not look like albert einstein? why, oh why, were you so human?
i shall mourn at least a day before choosing a successor, for the line of clint eastwoods must be continued...he would have wanted it that way.
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