Nothing heavy today ...
Just had to note the silly story out of Cumberland. Apparently, last week, a girl in London Road in Whitehaven put her hamster in one of ball-shaped contraptions while she cleaned out his cage. The bugger escaped and started rolling up the high street -- reportedly moving faster than rush-hour traffic. I was once told by a office on an joint US/Royal Air Force base that the problem with England is that it's a country with 50 million people -- each of whom own a car. It must be pretty depressing to be sitting their in traffic and to have a four-inch hamster moving faster than you.
A good samaritan picked him up and owner and rodent were reunited just a few days later. He had been labled "Lucky" for not being run down, but he real name is "Treacle." So British. Why don't American kids call their hamsters Treacle?
Please note: picture is of a generic hamster and for illustration purposes only; couldn't find a public domain image.
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Maybe I should name my new kitten Treacle. Or Bangers.
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