A cage surrounded the ball of fluff like the confines of a jail. Colorful boxes and a blue wheel were inside. A singular path of double lines imprinted in the soft woodchips circled around the cage. Squeak, squeak, squeak. You turn towards the noise and notice the blue wheel: it’s spinning, with nothing on it. Suddenly, a fuzzy ball appears out of the blue racing along the doubled path like a chariot. It was a paraplegic hamster that had wheels as hind legs. He ramped up the spinning wheel, front paws extended, and flew through the air. His wheels spinning behind him, he propelled his little furry body forward like a jet. Screaming, he landed and slid across the tiled floor around you. Like a prisoner who just found a getaway car, Fluffy was free.
Fly Fluffy, Fly
January 7, 2012