So, my name is Popcorn and I'm a male longhaired Syrian hamster. My life first started in the dreaded pet store, ugh, even remembering the words make me shudder, anyways, I was in a glass tank with 4 other fuzzy hamsters and it was feeding time. Now, don't get me wrong, I love food and all but feeding time is the absolute WORST part of my day. The second that the food is in that tiny leaf green plastic bowl all my housemates go BESERK! I'm talking face planting into the bowl, scrabbling to get to the front and simply acting like a bunch of gladiators. So I mostly sit in the corner cleaning my whiskers until the riots' stopped and then go and get a pellet or two for myself, much easier and my cinnamon banded coat won't get scruffy. However, one day that all changed. By these five words, "Daddy, I want that one."
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