Pet Story

Pet Story
Julie's blog reminded me of a hamster story. When I was little, my mom and dad used to buy me hamsters and gerbils all the time. Gross, I know. Every time I think of or see a gerbil, I think of the time I was picking up my gerbil by the tail and the fur and skin of the tail CAME OFF. IN MY HAND. *Shudder.*

But that's not the story I was going to tell. I had a hamster--many many because every time one would die, I would cry and act like it was the end of the world so my mom and dad would buy me another one. And they died a lot, for some reason. The following story may shed some light on why.

I had those little hamster balls that I would put the hamsters in and let them run around the room. One day, even though I knew I was going to be in trouble for it, I let the hamster completely out of the ball and the cage and decided to let him roam free. I put him in the drawer of a big desk (that my parents still have, as a matter of fact) and left the room for a while. When I came back, I opened the drawer. No hamster. I opened the drawer further--all the way and it wasn't on tracks so it flopped down. No hamster. I ran crying into my mom thinking he was lost. She came back into my room with me to look for him. I told her what happened. "I put him right in this drawer..." I opened the drawer and the lifeless hamster slid to the bottom of the drawer. Hysterics now. AHHHH!! My mom told me to put him in a shoebox until my dad got home to bury him.

I put the shoebox in my mom and dad's room and said to my mom, "We just need to pray for him." I said a little earnest prayer in complete faith like a child. My mom was already starting in on Sometimes Heavenly Father has to say No, yadda yadda... I finished my prayer and we left the room. Sometime later I came back in the room. And guess what. I heard scratching coming from the box. Heavenly Father spared my hamsters life. Probably for another week, I don't remember. :)

What's your favorite pet story? Or child-like faith story?