Hamha!
I think I'm going crazy, writing fictional tales about hamsters. But at least I know I'm not alone!
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"They're called opposable thumbs."
"Opposable what's?"
"Laura has them!"
"All humans have them."
"Ohkwee!"
"Vhat are vey called again?"
Maxwell sighed and rubbed his temples. He was the only levelheaded hamster, well, human now, around here. The hamsters, while convening in the clubhouse, had all been struck with a sudden urge to sleep, and when they had woke, they weren't in the clubhouse, and they weren't hamsters. The first thing they had all noticed was their fingers.
"Opposable thumbs. Guys, we shouldn't be worried about our body parts, we should be trying to figure out where we are!" Boss declared loudly. He stood on a rock, hands outstretched. Like everyone else, he was human, but a bit older than the teenagers strewn across the ground. His hat clung loosely to his unruly cropped hair.
"He's right!" The real (but oblivious to the fact that he could even be it) leader, Hamtaro, exclaimed. He stood upright, stumbling a little. The ginger-haired boy began to help up other humans around him. Bijou, waiting for her turn to hold Hamtaro's hand, held back her disappointment when Boss's rough and callused hands brought her to her feet. She mumbled a slight 'thank you'.
"I think," Dexter said loudly, looking straight at Pashmina to see if she was paying attention, "that we are in a field!" He pointed at the grassy terrain for emphasis.
"A striped field!" Howdy shouted, glancing at Pashmina. He knocked Dexter over with his new hips and pointed to the white stripe.
"Um…guys…fields aren't striped unless…" Stan looked around. Sandy suddenly yelped, grabbing Maxwell's hand and yanking him out of the way. The others followed suite, confused as to what they were escaping from.
"Cat?" Oxnard shrieked in alarm. Boss shook his head.
"Football players."
The burly, uniformed boys sprinted past the teenagers. A few of them stopped and gave strange looks to the them. Bijou clung to Hamtaro. He grunted in pain as her nails dug into his pale skin. Then, a sharp piercing shriek rang in their ears.
"OWW!" They all screamed.
"What is that inhumanly sound?" Cappy wailed, pulling his green cap over his long brown hair and curling into a ball.
"Get off the field!"
"It's a whistle," Stan explained, pulling Pashmina to her feet and pointing out the man at the other edge of the field, shouting at them and gesturing with his hands.
"I say we get off the field!" Howdy commanded, marching onward. The rest of the bunch shrugged and followed him, not knowing what else to do. Penelope clutched Pashmina, flinching slightly when the man with the whistle jerked his chin at her to move. She had tan skin and big brown eyes- overall, an adorable girl. Her yellow bandana wasn't as good a coverage as the blanket she usually wore, but if she let the long brown hair constricted in braids out of their bindings, then maybe that'd be enough to at least comb over her face. Unlike the others, she wasn't a teenager, merely a middle school student at best, but Cappy and Panda were just as young as her too, so she knew she wasn't alone.
Bijou was still holding on tightly to Hamtaro's jacket, scared and confused. Even as a human, she was of elegant beauty, with hair so blond, it could be called white, still in its ribbons. She had never been a plump hamster, but filled out healthily. In this human body, she was as slender as sticks, with legs hugged by blue jeans and tiny feet held in orange sneakers. It wasn't the French attire she adored, but compared to some of the other things people were dressed in, she preferred it.
"What's the div…ing…te…am?" Panda sounded out, squinting closely at Cappy's sweatshirt. The words DIVING TEAM were stacked on top of one another in the middle, with an icon of a little figure diving into water.
"I don't know…" He muttered, bashfully shoving his hands in his pockets. He was too shy and modest to admit that he had won the gold at the Ham-Ham Games in the divingcompetition.
"Where should we go?" The group had assembled at the things called 'bleachers', (named by Maxwell).
"Laura's house!" Hamtaro suggested fondly. Bijou's face drained of any remaining color. (She was, after all, a pale girl.) Now that Hamtaro was the same species as Laura, he could pursue a relationship with the human girl he had admired so much.
"I vote to not vo there!" Bijou blurted out.
"She's right, Hamtaro. Laura's busy with school and stressed out. All of our owners have better things to do than worry about us," Pashmina explained, her voice sweet. Shivering, she wrapped the pink scarf tighter around her neck. Her short golden hair was let down and wasn't really keeping her head warm, so the scarf would have to do.
"Are you cold? Here, have my…" Howdy searched his attire for something for her to wear. Apron? That wouldn't work.
"Get off the field!"
"I feel like we're forgetting something…" Penelope muttered, her first words that anyone besides Pashmina had heard her speak.
"Ohmygosh! Snoozer!" Panda hopped down from the bleachers and sprinted across the field with the football team, heading for the brown haired boy in the sleeping bag. Craftily, he jumped through the tires on the ground, pushed the whole weight across the field, and then picked Snoozer up and went back. The man on the edge, (Maxwell called him a coach), watched him, mouth agape.
"Boy…I don't know who you are, but that was skill. Would you like to be on the football team?"
"Is it anything like the Diving Team?" He asked, adjusting Snoozer on his back. The coach didn't know what to say.
"Just…well…" The coach said, flustered. Panda sighed and then walked on, knowing he wouldn't get an answer. He set Snoozer down.
"Okay, let's look at the big picture." Boss decided. They nodded in agreement.
"So, we fall asleep."
"Then we woke up."
"And we were humans!"
"And ve vere almost vun over!"
"And now what?"
They all sighed and looked at one another.
"I want sunflower seeds!" Oxnard barked.
It was going to be a long day.
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I'd like to say that I'm a loyal author and that I update every chance I can, but I don't. I'm lazy, and my attention span is lacking. But I will try! It's hard to come up with ideas about humanoid hamsters…Anyway, try to expect an update every Sunday or something. I'm horrible at keeping a routine so it could be earlier or later.