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I once had two Russian Dwarf Hamsters.

They were okay.

I named them after horses from books.

One was Black Beauty.

The other was Misty.

They did not bite me, at first.

And then for some reason they did.

I like to think they got scared because I did not get the chance to pet them as much as I would've hoped.

I think that is what happened.

I think also I was too excited when I did touch them.

It frightened them.

I gave them away sepratley. 

That did not feel good.

My dad said he put on the ad that they were not snake food.

I believe him.

I do not believe the people.

One couple came, and took one of them for their son.

I though that couple was okay.

Another couple came, and they had a strange vibe.

They took her for themselves.

I was uncomfortable giving her to them.

I thought they might have fed her to a snake.

I think they might have had a snake.

They looked like people who would have a snake.

People who would not just buy a hamster because it was cute.

I think they may have fed her to a snake.

It made me sad.

That week I cried at night because I was afraid of that.

I hope that I am wrong.

I hope she lived- or is living- a good life.

I do not like snakes.

They eat rodents alive.

I feel like that is wrong.

If they do not eat it alive they choke it to death or slowly poison it.

I feel like that is wrong, as well.

I feel like they should kill it quickly.

Snakes I think are evil, and cruel.

I do not like snakes.

It makes me sad to think that my sweet young hamster was fed to a snake.

I have seen a snake watch it's prey before.

But the pray was a baby mouse.

It did not have fur, or sight, or hearing yet.

I'm glad I did not see it get eaten.

I would've cried.

I know it.

I do not cry often.

I cry only when animals die, not in movies.

Movies do not make me sad, because I know that animal is okay, it was not hurt.

I think I do not cry in movies because I do not have a good reason.

No fake-life deserves my tears.

I feel like tears are a way of saying something will be remembered after it is done- or passed.

That is why I cry when real animals die.

Good animals.

I do not cry when snakes die.

Snakes I think are cruel and deserve punishment.

They should not agonize- and torture- their prey.

That is wrong, and it sickens me.

I hope I am wrong, I hope the hamsters lived a good life.

I made sure the couple I thought had the snake saw me before they went.

So they knew that feeding her to a snake would be wrong.

I do not think that was what happened, but sometimes I think of it.

It makes me feel powerless.

I hope I am wrong.


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