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Sometimes, with no warning, our cage and us with it would be unceremoniously hoiked into the back of something that moved really fast. There was a lot of vibration and noise for our little guinea ears. We always hid together and hoped it would end soon. Generally it did, and then we would live in a new place for a while.
Sometimes the places were nice. Sometimes they were not nice. At the nicer places we got a lot of attention and food and bedding. At some other places we didn’t get any new bedding and hardly any food. We were worried because we didn’t know why this was and we had no other way of finding food. We found it hard to keep ourselves clean when our cage was dirty.
When our carer returned she would inspect our paws and coats. She knew that we always liked to look presentable being rock stars. She would thoroughly clean our cage and give us a bath (which we didn’t like at all). But we always felt really happy and danced for joy when we got home again.
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Bobby, the rock star, on the grass. [http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jPevP6gWP4A/SjnkWlBOAbI/AAAAAAAAABI/LdvnxC7PmlE/s320/Bobby+on+grass+(Medium).jpg source]
Forward to [[Tommy's Story Chapter8]]
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