Alien Hamster Story
by Dan Weiss' Fourth and Fifth Grade
Cobb Elementary, Cobb, CA
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by Dan Weiss' Fourth and Fifth Grade
Cobb Elementary, Cobb, CA
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The trouble started the day my friend gave me a pet hamster for my
birthday. Right away I could see that rodent wasn’t normal. Something about the
look in his eyes when he stared at me. The whole time I did my math homework,
he watched me. But it wasn’t until after dinner that things started to get really
strange.
After dinner, Stuart, which I had named the albino hamster, was gone. I
was scared. I went to bed and when I woke up I saw my hamster. He was on my
face, staring straight in my eyes. I was so scared I wet my pants. So I caught
him, put him in his cage, and made sure the door to the cage was locked. Then I
changed my pants. When I came back, the hamster was cleaning his own cage!
He was using a small cloth and scrubbing the bottom of his cage. I realized he
must have found the cloth somewhere and stuck it in his pouch.
I opened the cage to hand him a scrub brush and he bit my hand.
I didn’t know what to do, so I called 911. The operator put me on hold.
Stuart pulled apart the bars on his cage like a superhamster and crawled out. I
screamed as the operator came back on the phone. She asked me what
happened and I told her the whole story. Sarcastically, she asked me if I wanted
her to call the police. Then she hung up on me. If I went to my mother, she would
think that I was just playing. My brother wouldn’t care even if he did believe me.
My dad would say there’s no such hamster as that.
I tried to think how a hamster could break apart his cage. It was impossible.
Unless it was a genetically enhanced robotic hamster.
I told my mom. She said there was no such thing as a genetically enhanced
robotic hamster. She told me to go back to bed.
When I got up, I screamed like a little girl because the hamster was gone.
My mom came running in and yelled, “What is going on!”
“The hamster is gone!” I said.
My mom and I started looking all over my room ans saw my hamster was in
his cage. The bars were not broken. They were like brand new.
My mom left the room and I started to read a book. My hamster started to
snore. Stuart snored so loud that you could hear him from a mile away. The good
thing is he stopped. Then, all of a sudden, he squeezed through the bars, jumped
off the table and onto the ground, and stood on his hind legs. I was surprised to
see a hamster do that. I walked over to the hamster and he started to float. My
mouth just hung open. He was floating there for two minutes. Then he finally
came down.
There was only one possibility and I screamed it out loud. “I CAN’T
BELIEVE THAT MY HAMSTER’S AN ALIEN!” I looked at Stuart. He was cleaning
himself. “WHY DID I GET STUCK WITH AN ALIEN HAMSTER?” I yelled.
Then I thought to myself, Why would my friend give me an alien or even a
robotic hamster? Maybe that’s not my friend? So I went to my friend’s house to
see what was going on. I knocked on the door. Nobody answered. I knocked
again. Nothing. This is really strange! I’m going to talk to my mom. I rode my bike
back home.
“Hey Mom...”
“Hay is for horses. But what?”
“Well my friend gave me a hamster for my birthday.”
“I know.”
“But Mom, I think it’s an alien.”
“Ha ha, that’s rubbish.”
She looked at me angrily. “You’re going crazy, young man! Now up to your
room, bring Stuart down here and play with him so you don’t think he’s an alien.”
I just stared at her.
“Go, before I ground you! You’re scaring me with those big, beedy eyes
staring at me.”
She walked away, assuming I was also leaving.
Then I finally went upstairs. Stuart wasn’t there. I screamed s o loud I
fainted. When I woke up my head was pounding, so I assumed my mom was
hitting me, trying to wake me up. But she wasn’t. She was just standing there,
looking at me with concern.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, I was just shocked that Stuart got away again. We’ve got to find him
quickly; who knows what damage he might cause.”
“Now don’t start acting crazy again.”
“If that’s what you think, come with me and I will show you.” I practically
pushed her out the door.
She asked me where I was taking her. I told her it was just a friend’s.
We walked up the porch and rang the bell. Out of nowhere his mom
answered. My mom told his mom that we needed to discuss something with her
son. So we went upstairs to Dave’s room. Nobody answered. We then waited
some more. I got tired of waiting and opened the door. Ans what I saw I couldn’t
believe. I saw Dave under the covers of his bed, crying, with Stuart staring at
him. It seemed to me that he knew what was going on. My mom and I sat on his
bed to calm him down. He came out from the covers and said, “That hamster of
yours is a creep!”
“Yeah, I think I realize that about now!” I snapped back.
“Boys, knock it off!” my mom calmly said.
“You’re right, fighting isn’t going to do us any good,” I confessed.
My mom said that we should take Stuart and go home and come back after
school the next day.
When we got home, my mother told me to wash up and get ready for bed.
As usual, I said, good night and went to bed.
Ring, Ring, Ring.
It was time to go to class. As the bell rang, I slid my pencil box open. I saw
Stuart in there and he had eaten all my pencils and was looking for more.
birthday. Right away I could see that rodent wasn’t normal. Something about the
look in his eyes when he stared at me. The whole time I did my math homework,
he watched me. But it wasn’t until after dinner that things started to get really
strange.
After dinner, Stuart, which I had named the albino hamster, was gone. I
was scared. I went to bed and when I woke up I saw my hamster. He was on my
face, staring straight in my eyes. I was so scared I wet my pants. So I caught
him, put him in his cage, and made sure the door to the cage was locked. Then I
changed my pants. When I came back, the hamster was cleaning his own cage!
He was using a small cloth and scrubbing the bottom of his cage. I realized he
must have found the cloth somewhere and stuck it in his pouch.
I opened the cage to hand him a scrub brush and he bit my hand.
I didn’t know what to do, so I called 911. The operator put me on hold.
Stuart pulled apart the bars on his cage like a superhamster and crawled out. I
screamed as the operator came back on the phone. She asked me what
happened and I told her the whole story. Sarcastically, she asked me if I wanted
her to call the police. Then she hung up on me. If I went to my mother, she would
think that I was just playing. My brother wouldn’t care even if he did believe me.
My dad would say there’s no such hamster as that.
I tried to think how a hamster could break apart his cage. It was impossible.
Unless it was a genetically enhanced robotic hamster.
I told my mom. She said there was no such thing as a genetically enhanced
robotic hamster. She told me to go back to bed.
When I got up, I screamed like a little girl because the hamster was gone.
My mom came running in and yelled, “What is going on!”
“The hamster is gone!” I said.
My mom and I started looking all over my room ans saw my hamster was in
his cage. The bars were not broken. They were like brand new.
My mom left the room and I started to read a book. My hamster started to
snore. Stuart snored so loud that you could hear him from a mile away. The good
thing is he stopped. Then, all of a sudden, he squeezed through the bars, jumped
off the table and onto the ground, and stood on his hind legs. I was surprised to
see a hamster do that. I walked over to the hamster and he started to float. My
mouth just hung open. He was floating there for two minutes. Then he finally
came down.
There was only one possibility and I screamed it out loud. “I CAN’T
BELIEVE THAT MY HAMSTER’S AN ALIEN!” I looked at Stuart. He was cleaning
himself. “WHY DID I GET STUCK WITH AN ALIEN HAMSTER?” I yelled.
Then I thought to myself, Why would my friend give me an alien or even a
robotic hamster? Maybe that’s not my friend? So I went to my friend’s house to
see what was going on. I knocked on the door. Nobody answered. I knocked
again. Nothing. This is really strange! I’m going to talk to my mom. I rode my bike
back home.
“Hey Mom...”
“Hay is for horses. But what?”
“Well my friend gave me a hamster for my birthday.”
“I know.”
“But Mom, I think it’s an alien.”
“Ha ha, that’s rubbish.”
She looked at me angrily. “You’re going crazy, young man! Now up to your
room, bring Stuart down here and play with him so you don’t think he’s an alien.”
I just stared at her.
“Go, before I ground you! You’re scaring me with those big, beedy eyes
staring at me.”
She walked away, assuming I was also leaving.
Then I finally went upstairs. Stuart wasn’t there. I screamed s o loud I
fainted. When I woke up my head was pounding, so I assumed my mom was
hitting me, trying to wake me up. But she wasn’t. She was just standing there,
looking at me with concern.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, I was just shocked that Stuart got away again. We’ve got to find him
quickly; who knows what damage he might cause.”
“Now don’t start acting crazy again.”
“If that’s what you think, come with me and I will show you.” I practically
pushed her out the door.
She asked me where I was taking her. I told her it was just a friend’s.
We walked up the porch and rang the bell. Out of nowhere his mom
answered. My mom told his mom that we needed to discuss something with her
son. So we went upstairs to Dave’s room. Nobody answered. We then waited
some more. I got tired of waiting and opened the door. Ans what I saw I couldn’t
believe. I saw Dave under the covers of his bed, crying, with Stuart staring at
him. It seemed to me that he knew what was going on. My mom and I sat on his
bed to calm him down. He came out from the covers and said, “That hamster of
yours is a creep!”
“Yeah, I think I realize that about now!” I snapped back.
“Boys, knock it off!” my mom calmly said.
“You’re right, fighting isn’t going to do us any good,” I confessed.
My mom said that we should take Stuart and go home and come back after
school the next day.
When we got home, my mother told me to wash up and get ready for bed.
As usual, I said, good night and went to bed.
Ring, Ring, Ring.
It was time to go to class. As the bell rang, I slid my pencil box open. I saw
Stuart in there and he had eaten all my pencils and was looking for more.