The Hamster Gang could barely believe their luck. They had stumbled onto the mother lode, an empty building stocked to the rafters with delightful, delicious delicacies. Vats of milk and honey, barrels full of sugar, and sweet fresh berries of every kind. The greedy gluttons ate until they could barely move.
That’s when they heard the morning whistle, and saw an army of white-clad bakers file in through the door. “Humans!” yelled Bertie. “We’ve got to get out of here fast!” Still heavy with food, the gang hobbled to the hole in the wall as quickly as they could.
“That was too close!” panted Dibby when they were safely outside. “Better take a head count — Bertie, you’re here. Effie? Check. Mimsy, Dickie, Betty? There you are. Hammy?
“Hammy?”
Hammy comes with eggs now, Sharon H.
