Friday, July 31, 2015

100 Words a Day 670

The hamster cage sat on the dresser. The once clear plastic walls had developed a film, obscuring the view of the interior.

It was a fairly standard interior. There floor was covered with shavings, which were replaced every so often. And there was a wheel for the hamster to run in. No one really understood why hamsters like to run on wheels, but it seemed to be a pleasant enough experience.

There was also a nest of sorts, made of cotton, the hamster had built in what can only be described as a hamster sized building in one back corner.

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