The World According to Humphrey
The World According to Humphrey
““You look sad, Humphrey,” Golden-Miranda said when she was cleaning my cage right before lunch.
According to the chart Ms. Mac had left, it was her turn to take care of me, thank goodness. Miranda was the best cage-cleaner and never said “Yuck!”
She put on throwaway gloves, then cleaned my potty corner, changed my bedding, gave me fresh water and finally—oh, joy!—gave me fresh grain, some lettuce and mealworms.
“This will make you happy,” she said as she slipped me the special treat she’d brought from home: cauliflower. Naturally, Miranda had good taste. I promptly saved it in my cheek pouch until I could store it in my sleeping house. Hamsters like to stash food for the future.
After my cage was taken care of, I felt well enough to observe Mrs. Brisbane more carefully.
Now, Ms. Mac was tall, wore bright blouses, short skirts and high shoes. She wore bracelets that jingled-jangled. She spoke in a loud voice and waved her arms and walked all around the room when she taught.
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