The Life of My Hamster, Buddy
By Andrew Brieger, Age 10

One day I went into a store looking at pets like hamsters, gerbils and rabbits and guinea pigs. I asked my mom if we could have a hamster or a gerbil.

My sister butted in and said, “I don’t like gerbils so let’s just get a hamster.”

My mom said, “Yes, but only for a few days because it will stink the whole house up.”

When we got home, my sisters and I thought of a name. We named him Buddy.

After we named our hamster we started to work on the cage. After working on the cage we asked our mom if our friends could come over and look at our new hamster. When they got to the house they were so excited that they wanted to hang on to Buddy but they couldn’t because we had to leave Buddy in his cage for three days. If we touched him before the 3 days Buddy could die because he has to get used to his new home.

After three days, my sisters and I let Buddy run on my bed.

When it was time for bed, my mom started to play with Buddy, and she fed him before she went to bed. In the morning I was filling up Buddy’s bowl of food, and I put it on top of Buddy’s cage. Buddy started to do the monkey bars to get the food.

Then it was time for school and all day my sisters and I were excited to get home. When we got home, my sisters and I ran upstairs to check Buddy, then we put him in the crystal ball to let him run across the room.