When
I was seven, I began a phase in my life where I had hamsters. My favourite was
Cupcake. She was feisty and grumpy. Which is what I look for in everything;
pets, friends…okay maybe not pencils.
I
thought Cupcake was lonely so I went outside to fetch her a new friend. I lived
in America at the time, so there were all sorts of small creatures hidden in
the blades of grass. I found a green little frog. He looked nice and felt smooth
to the touch. I picked him up and placed him opposite to her in the cage.
Cupcake
really liked him - she grabbed him straight away. I thought, ‘yay she’s going
for a hug!’ Instead, she bit his head off. Then, she started eagerly eating
him. I scooped Cupcake up into my hands while she stuffed her face. I had to
show someone. Unfortunately, my parents were eating dinner with their friends. Oblivious
to the fact that they may not want to see a bloody half eaten frog with his
guts out, I showed them. My parents told me, ‘We’re eating! Take it away.’ I
didn’t understand what the problem was. I thought it was cool.