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Yesterday's corner time: 12 Minutes.

So, Friday at nursery was difficult.

I was hoping that as Hamsters are nocturnal that my classmates wouldn’t notice for a while that Hammy was dead. However, there was a flaw in my plan and my eagle-eyed teacher spotted my ruse immediately.

“Is that a guppy clenched between Hammy’s paws!!?!!”

There was nothing for it, I had to tell the truth.

I explained how Baby Becca had freed Hammy from his cage, subjected him to abject cruelty before tossing him over her shoulder, where unfortunately, he landed in our fish tank.

I demonstrated how I had tried to revive him with mouth-to-mouth and CPR but all to no avail. Despite my heroics, I just couldn’t save him.

The class held a minute’s silence for both Hammy and the Guppy, before laying them to rest in the school garden.

The girls were very upset and I did my best to console them by running around like a lunatic with no trousers on and doing forward rolls. My Teacher told me off but I argued that grief effected people in different ways.

I made a mental note of the burial spot and agreed with Charlie that we’d go back and dig up Hammy in a few days to see what was happening.

Matthew.

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