My mom got me Jerry for my birthday.
Mommy knows I like hamsters, so why would she get me a fake one? She tried to tell me he was real... Even my baby sister Jeanie threw Jerry off the walls like her cherios. Jerry never moved. Momma still insisted he was a real hamster but I knew better. Real hamsters have real insides...
I hit Jerry with my scissors over and over and tore him open. I knew it. Just white fluff! While mommy slept I scattered the stuff all over her room and jumped on her bed, screaming "TOLD YOU SO!"
I found a real Jerry in the road yesterday. Looked sort of different though. He was defiantly real; I could see his insides. I felt them. They smelled so good. The smell made me happy... I spread his insides all over my shirt so it wouldn't fade and dragged him to my house by the tail. I liked the trail his open wounds left behind.
Mommy wasn't home. Probably out gardening. I dragged Real Jerry through the kitchen and into my room. The smell started to lose its effect and I got sad...really sad. I ripped Jerry open by the bones in his chest and stuck my face inside him. He was cold, but smelled so good. I came up for breath and dug my fingers deep inside, making sure I got plenty under my fingernails for later.
The smell was getting old. I needed something else before I get sad again. Something new.
That's when I heard baby Jeanie crying in the next room over.
I smiled. Mommy wasn't gonna like this.
