Fudgie is free at last, free at last, free at last.
My brother and each had a hamster at one point in the early eighties. One (I think it was the oddly named "His Nibs"- good for a racehorse, bad for a hamster) escaped and ate my father's rugby shorts which were laying unwashed in his kitbag after practice. Only swift intevention by my brother and I rescued Nibsy from an enraged man who had just discovered the shorts he needed that evening had been turned into a heavy cotton micro-mini.
without following the link: who had the chocolate camera, the hamster or the fire crew?
Uts why I love that headline: the beautiful ambiguity or rodent photography
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