It runs through the mountains, through the valley of flowers, under the black bridge, leaping over obstacles, the ground shakes as the giant beings close up upon it, its legs trying to grip the slippery surface of the land, leaping and darting through the rows of tall over bearing ledges.
It hides, bidding its time as the giants wanders around looking for it. Hours pass, it peeks its head out, the light of the day is gone, displaced by the darkness of the night, the white moon always there, always giving out its pale light, silhouetting it against the background of the night.
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a short one here, it's about my hamster, well one of mine thats still alive I think, escaping it's cage, it has become a wild urban hamster, living it's life in the wilderness of my house... Some times you can see it darting under the shelf or the cabinet, scrounging for food.
sigh, I miss my hamsters
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