Since I finally realized the point of this game, I have to make some corrections on my little story.
First of all,I should’ve written less than a hundred words.
And Michael, my friend was out not for work, but drinking with his friends. Thus (this is the first time I’m using this word, exciting, isn’t it) I have to delete my previous post.
I feel sorry for that little hamster, though. He was too cute little hamster to be deleted just like this.
YOU CAN’T MAKE ME CANCEL HIM!
All right, here is the CORRECTED version, within a hundred words, and without that poor little hamster you all hate!
Michael couldn’t take his eyes away from his wife, and he needed all of his stength to defeat the panic that wanted to take over his body and run out of the door screaming, and yelling for help. He knew, the most important thing at a critical moment like this to stay calm, and ask the hamster.
"I don’t want to ask it! " He screamed his lungs out of his throat "It’s only a little hamster, and it hates me! "
He stepped forward to his wife,and reached into his pocket.
“I brought you something, honey” He whispered.
Hey guys, don’t let me down!
Did Michael go crazy and kill his wifes cat,or he only brought a flower and being too drunk he accidently put it into his pocket, or what?
Michael,my friend, what happened that day?