CHAPTER TWO
Spat awoken in the morning when water trickled off a leaf above his head. He
woke up in surprise, thinking maybe last night's events never happened. Maybe it was
all a dream and he still lived with his father. He looked around, and seeing he was
outside he instantly knew that it was certainly not a dream.
He sighed and rose from where he laid. He gently shook the water off his fur and
began walking off, not knowing his destination.
Spat now had no home to go back to. He heard his father say he never wanted to
see him again, and he was going to listen to his father. He respected his father and
wasn't about to disobey him.
After walking awhile, he sat back down in the dew covered grass and looked up
into the sky.
"Where am I going to go?" he asked himself. "I have no home, no other family
that I know of, and no food either." He let out a long sigh, "Am I going to die out here?"
He began to sniff the air... *hiff-hiff*
"What's that smell?" he spoke out loud, "It smells like... hiff-hiff... a sunflower!"
He began running and sure enough found a sunflower towering above him. He did a
tack-Q into the stem of the flower, and ten sunflower seeds came showering down upon
him. He looked at his feast and smiled. He was sad before, but he felt happier now... but
not happy enough.
Having food was good, but he still had the problem of no home and also being
alone. He frowned again and sat back down. Suddenly he heard a voice speak to him.
"Hey, kid! What's with the long face?" the voice asked.
"Heke?" said Spat, he looked around and found the owner of the voice standing
upon a giant rock. It was a white hamster with a clothe around his neck that look like it
was holding various items. The hamster hoped off the rock and ran up to Spat.
"Hey there, kid! Welcome to the Ham-Swap!" the white hamster said, smiling.
"Heke?" Spat repeated.
"Hey now! Do I have a deal for you!" the cheerful hamster said. He reached into
his bag and pulled out a rock.
"A rock?" Spat asked.
"Not just any ordinary rock, my boy! This here is a pet rock!"
"Pet rock?"
"That's right! A pet rock! It brings happiness and joy to whoever owns it!"
"Happiness and joy?" if there was one thing Spat wanted more than a home right
now, it was happiness. The hamster looked trustworthy enough to Spat.
"Normally I'd sell this baby at the price of ten sunflower seeds, but just because I
like you, kid, I'll sell it at the small price of five!" the hamster said, happily.
Five sunflower seeds? Spat would still have half of his seed collection back, so
he figured he had nothing to loose. After a moment of thought, Spat made up his mind.
"Okay, I'll take it!" said Spat as he handed over five sunflower seeds. The white
hamster's eyes lit up and he quickly grabbed the sunflower seeds and gave Spat the rock.
"Thank you for shopping, boy!" the white hamster yelled. After that he ran away
as fast as he could.
Spat looked at his new pet rock. "Gee, what am I going to call you?" he asked the
rock. He looked at for a moment or two until he made up his mind. "I think I'll call you
Rocky!"
Spat picked up Rocky and began to walk off.
"C'mon, Rocky! We have a long road ahead of us. We're wanderers, you
know!" Spat said to Rocky and they walked off, their destination unknown.
Spat awoken in the morning when water trickled off a leaf above his head. He
woke up in surprise, thinking maybe last night's events never happened. Maybe it was
all a dream and he still lived with his father. He looked around, and seeing he was
outside he instantly knew that it was certainly not a dream.
He sighed and rose from where he laid. He gently shook the water off his fur and
began walking off, not knowing his destination.
Spat now had no home to go back to. He heard his father say he never wanted to
see him again, and he was going to listen to his father. He respected his father and
wasn't about to disobey him.
After walking awhile, he sat back down in the dew covered grass and looked up
into the sky.
"Where am I going to go?" he asked himself. "I have no home, no other family
that I know of, and no food either." He let out a long sigh, "Am I going to die out here?"
He began to sniff the air... *hiff-hiff*
"What's that smell?" he spoke out loud, "It smells like... hiff-hiff... a sunflower!"
He began running and sure enough found a sunflower towering above him. He did a
tack-Q into the stem of the flower, and ten sunflower seeds came showering down upon
him. He looked at his feast and smiled. He was sad before, but he felt happier now... but
not happy enough.
Having food was good, but he still had the problem of no home and also being
alone. He frowned again and sat back down. Suddenly he heard a voice speak to him.
"Hey, kid! What's with the long face?" the voice asked.
"Heke?" said Spat, he looked around and found the owner of the voice standing
upon a giant rock. It was a white hamster with a clothe around his neck that look like it
was holding various items. The hamster hoped off the rock and ran up to Spat.
"Hey there, kid! Welcome to the Ham-Swap!" the white hamster said, smiling.
"Heke?" Spat repeated.
"Hey now! Do I have a deal for you!" the cheerful hamster said. He reached into
his bag and pulled out a rock.
"A rock?" Spat asked.
"Not just any ordinary rock, my boy! This here is a pet rock!"
"Pet rock?"
"That's right! A pet rock! It brings happiness and joy to whoever owns it!"
"Happiness and joy?" if there was one thing Spat wanted more than a home right
now, it was happiness. The hamster looked trustworthy enough to Spat.
"Normally I'd sell this baby at the price of ten sunflower seeds, but just because I
like you, kid, I'll sell it at the small price of five!" the hamster said, happily.
Five sunflower seeds? Spat would still have half of his seed collection back, so
he figured he had nothing to loose. After a moment of thought, Spat made up his mind.
"Okay, I'll take it!" said Spat as he handed over five sunflower seeds. The white
hamster's eyes lit up and he quickly grabbed the sunflower seeds and gave Spat the rock.
"Thank you for shopping, boy!" the white hamster yelled. After that he ran away
as fast as he could.
Spat looked at his new pet rock. "Gee, what am I going to call you?" he asked the
rock. He looked at for a moment or two until he made up his mind. "I think I'll call you
Rocky!"
Spat picked up Rocky and began to walk off.
"C'mon, Rocky! We have a long road ahead of us. We're wanderers, you
know!" Spat said to Rocky and they walked off, their destination unknown.