Once upon a time, a little hamster called Friday, thought his name was fidgety. Such thought made him go crazy sometimes.
The elder ones often laughed at him for it was not a bit usual for them. Usually the names went out like Crystal, or such sort. But all the names were used so he set out, looking for a new one.
Friday first arrived at the Burrows, the “village” of the moles. The moles there were very hospitable. The very moles he set eyes on immediately gave him a bowl of hot soup. The Burrows was very friendly place, just waiting for weary travelers.
When Friday went to join the court, the Sultan invited him to the Sultan’s friendly burrow. The Sultan suddenly, while they were talking, arrested the hamster. That was his plan, of course, for he had exiled his hospitality.
The Mole Police grabbed Friday and set him in the prison, dispersed. Of course, that was what he thought. There was one disgusting looking rat that had been there for a million years, from the beginning of the Burrows.
“Excuse me, sir, but did you stay here when Burrows was a lowly village, full of awful diseases like The Phantom’s Death?” that was a weird question for the fact that he was The Phantom himself. It was him who had brought The Phantom’s Death.
The rat’s face arranged itself into a face of confusion. Every prisoner who was brought here knew he was Him. They lay on their knees and respected him like that cursed Sultan! Perhaps this hamster didn’t know him!
“Why you cursed youngling! Of course I am Him! Now get on your knees or I’ll …” the rat didn’t know what quite to do for he had run out of “pranks” “I’ll … I’ll… kill you, youngster!”
Nothing. The little hamster just stared blankly. The Phantom sighed. So much words wasted to the effect of nothing.
Him replied to break the silence,” What are you doing in the dangerous roads?” The hamster just stared. Then he heard a *creak*. Still the hamster hadn’t moved. The Phantom looked closer. He wasn’t there at all, he was just a dummy!
But he had heard him speak. That means the hamster must have switched the dummy with him while The Phantom was talking!
The door creaking, a chance to freedom!
“May the Rat King bless you.” Whispered the rat before he left the prison forever.
Now back to Friday. He was just exercising on a exercise wheel when he remembered his mission. It was a pretty small reason for a big journey. What if he died while traveling? He hadn’t even written his will!
Friday lumbered off the wheel and started walking on the path. Stupid name. Stupid mission.
He stopped besides a tree and remembered the great big trees in Squirreltopia. That tree was pretty big but whatever. Friday was tired.
“Hey, watch where you’re sittin!”
“This is our tree, git otta here!
“Yeah, punk!”
Friday rubbed his head after a shower of acorns.
“Stoooooooop!!! We’re gonna waste our food!”
“Oh, yeah.
Friday looked up. Sure enough, there were three female squirrels.
“Are you female squirrels?” he asked weakly.
“You’re not one o’ those sexists, are you?”
“No I’m not.” Replied Friday “Though I got a Sexist Ph.D. My colleagues just said I was just gay and weird. So did my professors. I don’t want to be a sexist.”
“He’s cute.”
“Yeah.”
Friday yawned and started walking off, not bothering to ask for they names. In
He walked on for about an hour before having a headache.
Friday crashed onto one of the ferns in sleepiness. When he got enough power, a guinea pig popped up and asked Friday for permission to join his expedition.
The guinea pig’s name was
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