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Originally Posted by CliffFletcher
Hamster story:
Daughter is 7. She has a hamster. Let’s it run around its ball-thingy in her room and sometimes forgets to put it back in its cage.
It’s Christmas Eve. Late afternoon. Kids are tobogganing behind the house. I bring a hamper of laundry up to my daughter’s room. Step through the door. Feel my foot strike something. Hear a clatter. Set the hamper down and look on the floor.
It’s the hamster ball. I booted it good. Open the ball and examine hamster. It’s ####ed up. Twitching. I gently carry it over to its cage and nestle it in shavings. Try to make it look like it’s sleeping. With flecks of blood on its chest. Probably massive internal damage. I shut the bedroom door and go downstairs.
Daughter tumbles in from tobogganing, rosey-cheeked and burbling. We have hot chocolate. The turkey roasts in the oven. It’s Christmas Eve.
She goes upstairs to her room. My wife and I look at each other. Hoping.
Then my daughter starts crying. On Christmas Eve.
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Great story. Here's the kicker... I think a few of us got a kick out of it.