The giant hamster

When I was little I had a mouse, a white one. How I came to be the owner of Fridolin is a story on its own. He didn’t stay with us for long as he was a smelly fellow (he was always in the mating mood), he had a whole room to himself. Then I had Frida, a female white mouse, who was lovely, always a bit scared and not the adventurous type. When she died, I was devastated.

For months I tried to convince my mother to let me have a hamster. I went to the local pet store all the time to look at the hamsters. And then one day, they had a litter of 4. I came back every day I think. Once they were old enough to be separated from their mother, I managed to somehow convince my mom to let me have a young hamster.

It was a Saturday, I took home a beautiful silver gray hamster with black eyes (there must be a picture of him somewhere, I just don’t know where). In the litter they had been two with silver gray fur, which I was told was rare. Just there was a small problem, what should I call the little fellow? For some reason we went for Samstag, which means Saturday in German.

Samstag was an adventurous hamster. He took an airplane across the atlantic with a service called “pet air”. I don’t think that my mother imagined that having a hamster would be such a huge budget. We retrieved him in the Cargo terminal at Philadelphia’s International airport, which went for hours. But we had a great laugh, as the guy who was meant to get Samstag, used a forklift to do so. He came back with Samstag inside his cat travel cage on his lap (they did not trust the hamster friendly travel cage we had brought ourselves, and made us purchase a cat travel cage).

Samstag was a runner, his wheel was big and had to be oiled well, after all he was working out all night long in my bedroom. He didn’t live to move back to Europe, he was buried in the flower bed surrounding the back porch of the house we lived in.


Years later, whilst living in Lille with S, we liked to go to the local Zoo. Lille has the only free Zoo in France. And you can see some cool animals there, such as Kookaburras, Zebras, a fishing cat (a cat that likes water and swims…), snow owls (yes, like Hedwig). The snow owls even had babies one year. And then there were these giant hamsters or guinea pigs. First time that I saw them I could not believe my eyes, I was seeing a giant Samstag. Turns out that in Lille’s zoo they had some Capybaras. Capybaras are the worlds largest rodents. I so wanted to take one home, but I think that my apartment would have been trashed in no time. From my point of view, they were so cute and cuddly, their utter laziness did probably help.

Here are some photos (which I am hosting on flickr) that I took of the Capybaras, the quality of the photos isn’t the best, but that was with my iPhone 3GS.



I was kindly nominated by Ula and Gulara to participate in the Five Photos Five Stories Challenge, thank you. I really recommend that you check out both blogs if you have not done so yet. I met Ula through the A to Z challenge, and she hosts a wonderful series called Monday Inspirations, thanks to this series I got acquainted with Gulara.

I recommend that you read this post by Gulara, and this post by Ula.

Now I would like to invite the guinea pigs of George’s Guinea Pig World to participate. They sprang to mind as I often enjoyed their posts during the A to Z challenge, and as todays pictures are all about rodents. I must admit, I only hit the follow button over there today. But better late than never.

The rules of the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge are:

1) Post a photo each day for five consecutive days.
2) Attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, or a short paragraph. It’s entirely up to the individual.
3) Nominate another blogger to carry on the challenge. Your nominee is free to accept or decline the invitation. This is fun, not a command performance!

Stealing Horses – Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Photo prompt by ©pricelessjoy

“Do you remember, my love, the time when we were young?” her sky blue eyes were suddenly sparkling with life.

“What do you mean Marguerite?” Theodor asked is beloved wife, suffering from dementia, he was not used to her remembering things or even recognising him.

“When we were sixteen”, she started her tale, “we weren’t in love yet, we were just great friends. I was more boyish than you, my head full of trouble. On the neighbours pasture there were two horses, grazing in the evening sun, you remember?”

Theodor nodded with a wide smile spreading over his face, longing for her to continue remembering.

“You were reluctant to my proposition, of stealing those great horses, trained for prestigious competitions. Of course we ended up in trouble. What was important, we kissed for the first time. No one could separate us, as our love was cemented by a deep friendship.” At this Marguerite jumped up and grabbed her old lover’s hand.

“Theodore, let’s go out and steal horses!”

168 words written by Solveig Werner

This is my entry into this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers and also my first participation in this challenge, my blogging friend Lrod incited me to join in this week.

I used the theme of stealing horses as in German there is an expression ‘ein Freund zum Pferde stehlen’ (a friend to steal horses), which refers to a really good friend with whom we can do anything and trust with everything.