"Wendy, wake up! Lord Byron is out of his cage!"

Not exactly the best way to wake up on a Saturday morning. I knew his cage was shut last night, because I saw him inside while I was cleaning and he ran to his little tunnel upon seeing me. I guess the cage door wasn't shut well, because he was able to get out. I don't think Lord Byron knows what he's in for, because if he gets outside he'll find every one of our neighbors has a cat. And their cat is probably outside. Brandon's afraid to sit down because he might smoosh the hamster. Hopefully he'll run back to his cage when he get's hungry. Though, if he were smart, he would have stored a week's worth of food in his cheeks. "Come back, Hammy," Brandon is saying.