In the writers view

This is a small letter about Tsuna, my made up ham-Ham. She co-stars in "A Psycho Fairy Tale Game" by Tsubaki Munegawa, one of my bestest friends!

But this goes out to everyone, because everyone that is reading this is my friend because you notice that I'm alone. But so was Tsuna…

Ham-ha!

Before you read my letter, I'd like you to get to know my name first: Tsuna Io. (su-na, ee-oh) Wanna description? Well, I guess I was blessed with the looks, I guess, minish body with white fur. But I'm well renowned for my lucky crescent mark on my back, yuppers. By now you're probably thinking: "what! Who is this Tsuna that you speak of? Well, buddy I'm definitely not like those hamsters you see that live, play and even fall in love with others. And I definitely do not, I repeat DO NOT live in a clubhouse that's drilled into some poor ol' tree.

Nope, you see this is where my life started. In an apartment house, right beside the town where those others live, that's where I was born.

But being born was a way of God telling me: "welcome to life; let's get started by dropping you off the window sill" You can just imagine the look on my poor moms face. I never saw her again.

So, my life sounds pretty screwed up now, huh? Well, this is only the beginning my fine fellow. So, after taking that perilous plunge of my life, I ended up landing on what you humans call a feather mattress. Yup, that's right. A feather mattress. Fortunatelysome guy was moving out, and the movers were just in time for me. My not-so-important life was spared. Beat that, God.

So, I was pushed and shoved into a moving van, crammed. I was lucky enough that the old guy had a pet rat named Wilmur, who was a renowned calligraphy rodent. He sorta took me into his business as his first class assistant, teaching me the art of calligraphy and storeum. Soon, after he died (rest in peace, Wilmur) I took over his business. I was not to leave the store, even though I have seen many hamsters my age and personality playing out side, living and loving.

And it was torture.

So here I was, rotting away in my notary, when a hamster came into the shop for an example for my work. When my eyes caught sight of him, I was so on cloud nine.

You do know what I mean, right?

Well, I sold him my work alright, my heart in the package as well. We became soul-mates, and I almost got engaged too (but, hey I was too young). I was going to be the happiest hamster in the town until he…

Well, let's just say the cat stepped into my life, squishing my dreams on its way.

I wept, non-stop and secluded myself in my notary. Seriously, if you've ever lost a loved one, you'd be bawling your ass off too. If you haven't, then please try to imagine.

Well, after 2 months passing time, I left my notary and basked in the sunlight; a vampire in front of head-lights (wait, isn't it supposed to be a deer?)

And I promised myself I would never fall in love again, lest I would break my heart.

This was my story, now tell me your's.