One day I thought I should go into Petco to look at all the cute animals. As soon as I walked in, I saw the hamsters and said, "Oh, cute," and ran up to them. When I got to the cage, I saw a cute little dark brown hamster. It lay there while all the other hamsters were active. I bent down to get a closer look, and as soon as I did, I screamed! That poor hamster had its head chewed off by one of the other hamsters around it.
I ran out of the store in horror and shock, so much so that I had forgotten my purse on the floor. The next day I went in to locate my purse, and there it was, on the floor right where I had left it. I thought maybe I should check inside before I left. I looked inside my bag, and everything in it was the same: checkbook, credit card, etc. I asked the lady up front why my purse had not been picked up. She just gave me a hard look and went back to work.
I stood there frustrated and started out the door until I remembered the hamster. I knelt down once again in front of the cage, and all that was left were blood prints in the wood cuttings. The poor hamster had been dumped out, and no one seemed to care or bother to waste their time cleaning the bloody cage! I drove home in silence, shocked by my trip to Petco that week.
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