It was the night of the big winter dance and everyone was excited. Pashmina had spent hours decorating the place where it was taking place and laying out the food just so. She was proud of her work even though she knew it would go unappreciated by the others. She had decided to put up her decorations after all and they looked spectacular, the dancing hall a vision of beauty. The band which she had hired even looked good, in their black and pink uniforms (of course).
The dance floor was a flurry of colour as the Ham Hams twirled and spun. Pashmina watched somewhat sadly as Bijou and Dexter danced so happily under the coloured lights. Penelope and Cappy were having the time of their lives, dressed in matching hats, Penelope in yellow and Cappy in green, of course.1 Hamtaro and Boss looked extremely depressed and soon after the dance began they started arguing with Howdy on the matter of who would dance with Pashmina.
After about 20 minutes, Pashmina grew disgusted with the argument and left. She was walking through the forest wishing someone had at least acknowledged the hard work she had put into the dance for them, other than Jingle. Jingle… She halted as she heard beautiful music in the distance. She slowly walked towards it getting farther and farther away from the dance. After a while she couldn't hear the band anymore and the sound of the beautiful music grew louder.
Deep into the forest, she came upon a huge rock on which Jingle sat playing his guitar and singing softly. "Jingle..? Why are you…here all alone?" She questioned awkwardly. He looked down at her from his perch and answered "Gatherings make me unhappy. However, why is someone as lovely as you so far away from the dance you organized and decorated yourself?
"Um, well, I dislike dances, especially when there isn't anyone who cares to dance with me. Howdy and the others see me as a thing to fight over, rather than a friend. Also, I don't feel like I belong. On nights like this, the peace and quiet is all I need." She said as she sat down on a small stone below the rock. "Jingle, why do gatherings make you unhappy?"
"When I was small, I lived with other hamsters in a group, much larger than this one. I was an orphan and the others treated me as if I wasn't human. They treated me as if I couldn't belong. I was alone. One morning, I couldn't take their cruelty any longer, so I left to find a place where I could be happy. I am beginning to believe that place doesn't exist." He explained as he stared up at the stars. Pashmina looked up at him and at the stars, listening to his song.
"Jingle, why don't you stay here?" she said quietly.