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Pashmina looked at the cricket as if he were an angel. "My dad?" She said these words slowly.

"Yes, and zhere eez something that goes with eet." He said. "Allow moi to introduce myself, I am Pierre." He took his beret off and did a little bow.

"Just tell me how you know him." Pashmina said.

Flashback

Pierre hopped through the fields happily untill he heard a strange sound. Like someone was crying. He slowly walked forward and saw a hamster. He looked rather beaten up and tired. He hiccupped and looked over at Pierre. Pierre walked forward and did a bow. "Bornjour, I am Pierre." He sat quietly and waited for a reply.

"What does that hic have to do with anything?" He sobbed. Pierre noticed a wine bottle in the hamster's paws. "I lost everything, hic my home, my hic wife, and my daughters." He wiped his tears and drank a large sip from the bottle. Pierre wondered if he should just leave, but his heart is just too big for that.

"I'm sure you didn't lose everything, how did you lose them?"

"2 months ago there was a fire that hic killed my wife. When my owner moved she left me and my two hic beautiful daughters at a pet store. hic my girls were sent to America without me. I was so devastated hic I left the store. I started working at a restaurant to earn a living and maybe re-marry, but was fired. I then ran hic away to an alley where I had a fight with a cat and lost hic part of my left ear. I was so sad I thought of killing myself, instead I drink all the time." The old hamster's eyes swelled with tears and he drank some more wine.

"That story eez very sad, but allow moi to help you." Pierre said friendly. The hamster looked up at him with a puzzled look. "I will help you find your daughters if you help me."

The father looked at the small cricket. "Help you with hic what?"

"Help me get back to France." The cricket said, motioning him to follow.

"And how will you hic help me?" The hamster asked. Pierre turned around and grabbed the bottle wine. He them threw it into the field. They heard a crash and Pierre smiled, and kept going. The hamster looked back at the grass, tempted to run away from Pierre. "Okay, hic now how will we get to France?" The hamster asked. Pierre turned around and looked at him strangely.

"What eez your name?" Pierre asked. The hamster looked around, as if trying to remember.

"My name is Taco…" He said quietly, slightly embarrassed to say his name.

"I will help by giving you a new name…" Pierre thought and then put his finger in the air; Taco was almost expecting a light bulb to glow above his head. "I will call you Philippe." He said and then kept walking. Phillip scratched his head.

"How did that help me?" He asked, but the little cricket didn't answer. Instead he started climbing up a statue. Philippe looked around. "Uh, Pierre, I'm not exactly the best at climbing…" Pierre was now halfway up the statue, and was clearly not listening. Philippe sighed and started mumbling to himself as he rubbed his hands together. He took a few steps back and then flung himself at the statue. He started moving his arms and legs around furiously, hoping somehow this would do something. It didn't. He fell off and landed with an OOF! He rubbed his backside and looked up at Pierre, who was looking down at him.

"You were right Philippe, you are awful!"

"Hey!" Pashmina interjected. "My dad isn't that bad!" Pashmina was listening intently to every word the French cricket said. "And Philippe does not fit his markings!" Referring to her father's gray and black blotches over his white coat.

"I think eet eez a lovely name." Bijou said sighing. Pierre nodded knowingly; pleased someone liked his talent in name picking.

"Hey Bijou, did I ever tell you my middle name is Philippe?" Boss asked, scooting closer to her.

"You told me it was Mary, Boss." Hamtaro said. Boss sweat dropped and shook his head.

"Nice try Boss!" Bijou said and scooted closer to Hamtaro.

"May I go on with my story now?" Pierre asked, everyone nodded and looked up at him. "Well, I couldn't carry him, maybe if I was an ant, but I'm not…"

§Flashback§

"A squirrel?" Philippe exclaimed. "I'm sorry Pierre, but I want to see my daughters with some dignity!"

"Do you always complain this much?" Pierre asked, climbing onto the squirrel. Philippe crossed his arms and plotted himself down.

"I'm not going with you." He said but was soon squirming to get free because the squirrel was picking him up. "Hey! Put me down!"

"Philippe, I'd stop squirming, it was either this or a pigeon." Philippe sighed and grabbed onto some loose fur as the squirrel leaped toward the train station.

"Why are we going there? I don't have any money for a ticket?" Pierre rolled his eyes and looked back at Philippe.

"Haven't you ever snuck onto a train before?" Pierre said and the squirrel then started going faster. Philippe gulped, he had never snuck onto anything before. He looked behind them to see how far away from the field where he desperately wanted to go back to; when he saw something he never wanted to see again.

"Uh, Pierre, could we go faster, we're being followed." Pierre looked back and saw what it was too, a cat. The squirrel had looked back too, and squeaked. It ran up a tree and Pierre and Philippe had to hold on for their dear little lives. "Pierre, if we don't get out of this alive, I want you to know, I love you!"

Pierre looked at him strangely and then back at the cat. "We're gonna get out alive Philippe!" He smiled and Philippe wondered what in the world he was talking about.

"Pierre, a cat is climbing toward us, and this trees height isn't endless!"

Pierre nodded and said, "Wi, but when a squirrel runs out of tree, eet jumps!" Just as he had said it, the squirrel leaped off the tree and landed on the next one, Philippe screaming the whole time. The cat hissed but was quickly pulled off the tree by some little kid

"That was great!" Pierre said laughing. Philippe was still clutching onto the squirrel's back and was breathing heavily.

The squirrel slowly crawled down the tree and started bounding toward the train station. They were almost there when they heard a voice. "Excuse me, but are you alright, that cat must have given you a fright!" The two turned around and Philippe gasped.

"Pierre, that's the queen ham of England!" Pierre made a "so?" look and pointed toward the train.

"We have to get going, and it's not like she's King Louis XIV." He looked back at Philippe and assumed he hadn't head a thing he had just said. "What's so great about the queen ham of England?"

"She's beautiful!"

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(Happy Thanksgiving!)