Ramekin shuffled slowly forward, nervously clutching the half-folded umbrella to protect his small furry paws. His nose quivered as he smelled the dog’s rank stench that pierced the veil of rain.

He didn’t want to be here, honestly, he would much rather be curled up in his burrow than out here, standing before this dog- this… thing.

But it had to be done.

For the future of all hamsters – those he loved and had to protect at all costs.


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