I have a pet hamster.  I called her Bungee because everytime I put her on my table as I did my work, she never failed to bungee jump off the table, knowing a bigger world lies there for her to venture.

Just like any other night, I was sitting at the table doing the much dreaded readings and there she was, scrambling over my books, notes and stationaries.  Bored, I picked her up.  Suddenly , she struggled free and fell through the small space between my thighs onto the chair.  But she struggled free and fell off again.  I tried to catch her but failed.  Shocked, I quickly pushed myself foward in the chair and that is when I heard that dreadful squeal.  She had clambered to a corner in my room.  I got out of the chair and picked her up, checking for signs of limping.  Still feeling very guilty, I let her wander free in my room for a whole hour, something I rarely did because of her frequent attack of furniture with her teeth.

At the end of the hour, I picked her up again, ready to put her back into her cage.  It was then that I saw the red wound on her right hind leg.  My heart dropped.  I put her on my table again, checking her condition.  But she walked normally.  It was only when she stopped to scratch her back with her injured leg that I realised her movement was very much slower than usual.

I felt very guilty for inflicting such pain on my beloved Bungee.  Just imagine, the weight of a human and a chair on the the tiny leg of a hamster.  It must have hurt a lot.  Please forgive me, Bungee.