In Switzerland, it's illegal to keep a guinea pig by himself. They're intensely social creatures.
Boris' family didn't know this.
Boris was an easygoing creature with ginger fur, an expressive face, and a twitchy nose.
He lived in a cramped hutch, which wasn't cleaned often enough. He didn't have enough vitamin C, nor get out in the fresh air. No fresh veggies for days, and then far too many, which rotted, making his eyes water.
Boris had had enough. He gnawed and pulled on the mesh at the front corner of the hutch. You've never seen such an industrious critter, so determined to feel the sun on his back, and grass under his feet. When his whiskers told him the hole was big enough, he wriggled out, making a beeline for the lawn.
He gorged himself on the freshest greens he'd ever tasted, then looked for a place to snooze. The breeze rustled the hedgerow above him. His dreams had never been so sweet, his snores so contented.
When he woke, he went exploring, and found a hole by the gate. His whiskers said it would be ok, but his whiskers hadn't got the memo about his (by now very tubby) middle. He got his front through, and then it went wrong. He heaved and squeezed, but he just got stucker.
He squealed in panic, then heard a voice.
"Shhhh! You're going to attract Cats!"
Boris gulped down another terrified squeak.
"Hold on," it said, "I'm coming."
Boris had never seen a mirror, but if he had he might've thought he was looking in one now. "Hold still," said his rescuer, and started nibbling.
It took ages. Before he was done, the stink of Cat wafted towards them.
They were lucky: it was a housecat. Curious but fat, lazy, and slow. Boris was free at last, and legged it after his rescuer.
They scurried through a mesh hole similar to the one he'd left a few hours before. A calico paw reached in, claws extended, but Boris and his new pal sat out of reach in the roomy pen, nibbling carrots and getting acquainted.
"They call me Alphonse," said the brave guinea pig. "Who are you?"
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Word count, excluding note: 366
Submitted on Tuesday 18th June at 22.15
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Comments (12)
The hook in beginning was extremely effective. Great pacing and amazing ending. Also super impressed with your streak. I've been subscribed for a while now and your dedication has impressed me. I don't stop by enough but this one was incredible
A happy tale!
I love this story! It’s adorable! You should write chapter two! More guinea pig adventures please!
Sweetly written. This is engaging and cute. Congrats on the writing streak.
What a nice perspective! The way you turned it was very nice!!!
Awww, I'm so happy Boris now has Alphonse!
I love Boris and Alphonse! I had two guinea pigs as a kid… they were forever escaping! Great story.
Very cute! New friend, new home (clean home!). When I was in Peru, I was horrified to see small pens in the native Peruvian homes that contained guinea pigs that would be a meal.
Aw what a great story! It's amazing how much ground you can cover in plot in such few words. Nice job!
Pure delight. The brave guinea pig is such a wonderful line!
I guess they can go to Switzerland now. Cool!
It started out as an animal abuse story and turned into a cute friendship story, all in 366 words. Impressive, LC, I loved it!