Gingernut: The Beginning - first chapter
51 days ago
It was an average, regular day for most. But for me, it was fabulous. I felt like running across the grassy plains in my hometown of Cardiff. It´s the capital city of Wales. You know, that country with that reptile thing on its flag (I think it´s a dragon) and next to England. Butterflies were flying. Bees didn´t sting. Woodlice didn´t curl up into balls and roll away. Instead, they rubbed the safe parts of their black shells against my fur. Life was happy until...
It couldn´t be.
"SIS! SIS! WAKE UP! NAZEEM´S OPENING THE DOORS SO YOU CAN GET... YOU KNOW WHAT!"
"You do know I was in the middle of a good dream!" I shouted.
"Well, in that case, GO BACK TO SLEEP!" my sister answered back. Her name is Chinchee. We don´t have much in common, for example she´s 7 human years old and I´m only 6 human months old (those ages are 16 in chinchilla years and 14 in hamster years) So, me and Chinchee are siblings. We live in what you may call a "pet shop" in the outer suburbia of Cardiff. But we don´t see it as a "pet shop" like you do. We see it as an orphanage. Wanna know the full story? Then here it is...
It started when I was just a regular ham, living in America. I lived in a fancy mansion in Los Angeles. We needed to go to London for the BRITs; my owner´s mum had been nominated for Favourite Female Artist. We went by plane. We were just about to pass Cardiff when the engine´s thrust broke. We crashed, causing my owner and his parents to die.I was heartbroken, and then Nazeem (the girl who owns the pet shop) took me into care.
Chinchee has another story. She lived with a regular man and woman in a New York City apartment. Their 6-year-old daughter wanted a pet. She was on a residential when Chinchee was adopted. Unfortunately, when their daughter returned, she wasn´t happy, and thus the poor chinchilla was abandoned. She cried all the way to a harbour in Brooklyn, where she boarded a boat that took pet food to the British Isles. The rest of the story is too gruesome to reveal.
Let´s go back to now. I tried to look cute so I could get adopted, while Chinchee scratched one of the turtles´ shells. Then, it happened.
"What happened?" you may ask.
Well, it was happiness´s doom.
It was the death of all good things.
It was when the pet shop set on fire.
Nazeem was getting her coffee, when she accidentally set the temperature to 240 degrees Centigrade/Celsius/whatever other people call it. It sounds impossible, but my little hamster brain knows that´s hotter than the point water boils and the hottest temperature ever recorded! The smoke spread to the boiler, and shortly started sparking. The sparks caused a fire, spreading to the room where me, Chinchee and the other pets were kept. Me and Chinchee ran out of the cat-flap, and into the nearest alley.
2 hours later...
A truck with the words Gwasanaethau Ambiwlans Caerdydd ar gyfer yr Ymddiriedolaeth Iechyd Cymru (Welsh for Cardiff Ambulance Service for the Wales Health Trust, Google Translate told me that [ask me how I know how to use an Apple iPhone 6S when I´m a rodent]) came, along with the Welsh Fire Service and a Welsh Police Service car. The Welsh Fire department put out the fires, whilst the police investigated the area to see what damage had been caused, and maybe take the other pets to a new pet shop. Two people who rode the truck carried Nazeem on a bed into the truck. The emergency services drove off later.
Me and Chinchee walked up to the pet shop. It was covered in that tape they use when they have to mark out a crime scene. Then, a blowdart landed in Chinchee´s Canada-sized ears, and knocked her out. I sensed a knock coming, and fell to my knees.