||South Burlington, Vermont, USA|
is my guinea pig, Milagro. That is Spanish for "miracle," and that
he is. Two days before Thanksgiving, my friend Jessica, her brother
Dylan and her mother took me to a UVM Basket ball game. We were walking
out to their car, when Dylan shouted, "Oh my goodness! A guinea pig!"
Jessica and I kept walking. Dylan kept saying it. Jessica gasped, and
said the same thing. I kept walking. As I was about to step down, a
little fuzzy head white and brown head pops out. So, the search began.
We chased the guinea pig under about three cars, and back. Finally, he
was trapped. I started to bend down, when Jessica grabbed him. We ran
back to the car, laughing, screaming, and smiling. The poor guinea pig
was shivering, and trembling. We convinced my mother to let me keep him
until they got back from their holiday in New York. Well, we had him for
perhaps a day when mother said, "I think we should keep him." Well, you
know the rest. He is ours, he has a warm home, he is now a healthy
piggie, as you can see, and he is loved! He doesn't seem to get along
with my hedgehog Napoleon, but lives fairly well with my bird, Josiphine.