Animal Magic
Many years ago, when i was young, I got pets as Christmas presents. All the time. Every year. You see, they never lasted more than 12 months. Sometimes considerably less.
One frosty Christmas morning when i was about five or six i woke up and ran excitedly to open my presents. My mother waylaid me and told me that she thought Santa had run into a few problems this year, and I'd have to try and be a brave soldier. No worries, I thought, and opened my present. It was an enormous, beautiful Habitrail (hamster house thing). Only problem was, it was completely empty. Allegedly my stepdad had woken up in the middle of the night to find it empty. They'd searched high and low for the missing hamster, they'd phoned local radio to try and find a replacement, they'd even phoned the police (i reckon they were a bit tipsy). But to no avail.
It was kind of okay, apart from the sheer weird coincidence of getting a plastic rat in my Christmas cracker. Searching for the hamster was quite fun, and I got not only a hamster but a puppy too the day after Boxing Day. Bit of a nightmare for my parents on the day though.
Still, serves them right. Last year my stepdad admitted he was drunk and had trodden on it going to the toilet.
This year i'm hoping for a slightly more hardy present..maybe a pony.
First post..wooh!
(mookroolz, Thu 23 Dec 2004, 15:01, Reply)