Ever since I was a boy, it was rough here in Australia. You may think my name is random, but the times were tough. We usually had to hunt for dinner, and squirrels were usually on the plate. One day, my uncle decided to "spice it up" and put some mild flavoring on our dinner. It was my favorite. Now, he told me one day that I needed to gun because he was sick. I snuck into my neighbor's house a saw this thing that looked like a squirrel. I was about to pull the trigger, but after eating all those squirrels I couldn't. It was a hamster, and I called him hammy. I hid him from my dad and kept him a secret. I always got such a sweet feeling out of pouring mild sauce over hammy...