Hello again! Today I'm going to talk about the story of when my hampster died. Wednesday I was watching tv and my mommy told me to pause it. (I was watching Hey Arnold) She asked me if I wanted the good news first or the bad news first. I said good news, but she said that that was only a curdisy question, so she she told me the bad news first. My hampster Spritz died. I cried a lot but she told me that I was going to Big Surf the next day (that's a waterpark) and I cheered up. (That was the good news.)
(This is me with Spritz. I got him for Christmas.)
A few days later we went to the pet store (it was Petco.) to look for a new hampster. I found one I really liked. I named her Pearl. She is tiny and fast!
The next day we went back to the pet store. The first day we went there were two hampsters in the cage. One of them was Pearl. I decided to go back to get that other hampster because it was Pearl's sister. I named her Coconut. I bought her with my own money. Pearl, Coconut, and me lived happily ever after. -- Hope
***This is a video from when we brought Pearl home. These tiny hamsters really are fast!!!***