by Betty G. Birney
"I hope it doesn't rain!" Lower-Your-Voice-A.J. said loudly.
Wait-For-The-Bell-Garth and I were sitting right next to him, so A.J. didn't have to shout. He didn't mean to, though. He just had a big, booming voice.
"It better not rain," Garth agreed.
I didn't squeak up because I think a rainy day can be very pleasant. I watch the world outside my window get all blurry as I spin on my wheel in my comfy cage.
"We've waited so long for summer," said A.J.
"And our parents finally said it was okay," Garth added.
"Okay for what?" I squeaked. Sometimes humans forget to let hamsters like me and other pets know what's going on.
"Is Humphrey going to be out there with us?" Garth asked.
"Sure!" A.J. yelled. "Hamsters love to sleep outside."
"Eek!" I squeaked. I'd never slept outside in my whole life and I wasn't really interested in starting now.
"Dad's going to set up the tent when he comes home from work," A.J. explained. "You brought your sleeping bag, didn't you?"
"Yep," Garth answered.
"No!" I squeaked.