In a hole in the ground there lived a hamster. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat; it was a hamster hole, and that means one made of plastic which isn't really underground at all.

Since hamsters are not like hobbits and do things with knives, hamsters don't get visited by cute things very often (not if the cute things know what's good for them, anyhow).

All in all, unlike hobbits, who just sit around smoking opium and looking at copies of playdwarf, Hamsters know how to have a good time.


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