I was a good little ham-ham, but broke out of my cage every morning to go to the clubhouse, I would be greeted by "Hamha!" all around. stan would then try to flirt with all the girls, including me. no one wondered why only I never resisted his attempts to charm me. he never got far because of his sister sandy, and her ribbon. I could see her now, reading with her Hamboy, maxwell, a book about the diffrent planets. I never resisted, because I like stan. he is cute and funny, brave and cool. everything i'm not. I'm not sure if he likes me back, he want's every hamgirl in the clubhouse to be his (sandy and penelope don't count) hamgirl. even me. I'm not pretty either, I couldn't tell him how I feel for the death of me.

He walked over. he was now past his early morning flirt stage, and on to the talk with my friends stage.
"Hamha Jewel! what's happenin'?" I replyed in a meek voice saying "not much, you hit up on the girls this morning, for the 14 time this month." "Heh, sorry, can't help if you gals are hambabes though." came his reply. I lightly punched him, we were close friends, so he expected me to do that alot. I was one of the ones who could stop him like sandy. I don't think he likes me back, since he talks about pashmina all the time. "Stan?" I said, "Uh-huh... was that a cheeseburger and fries, or should I add a pepsi?" we stared at eachother for about 10 seconds, then burst out laughing so hard, everyham turned to look at us, rolling on the floor with laughter, Then sweatdropped, and went back to work. this was to be expected of us.

I realized, maybe... just maybe... he could like me... If I tried to tell him, and maybe work a little harder on being a good friend to him, maybe, just maybe, this could work out.