The Hamster

One baby hamster left and I think it has a home. A sixth grader wanted one and brought his grandfather in to prove adult permission. He wanted to take the hamster home in his hand. I offered a piece of crap cage I bought at corporate pet store that I really should have returned for a refund. Granddad was pleased and assured me he could "fix this up just fine." Sixth grader told me he had a rat for five years and he used to ride his bike with the rat on his shoulder, but the rat kept crawling down his leg and one day the inevitable happened and it fell off his leg and was crushed by the rear wheel of sixth grader's bike.
The kid came back yesterday and wanted another hamster, but I wouldn't turn over another one. Kindergarten teacher has dibs on the last one.