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Apr 15, 2006

Kids, these oughta tide you over 'til supper.

;) Rhea H.

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so cute!!: A.; | Apr 15, 2006 at 04:04 PM

i like the various stages of sleepiness in their eyes: lazyj; | Apr 15, 2006 at 04:07 PM

Is that a hamful of fun: Linda; | Apr 15, 2006 at 04:13 PM

The new Cute Eastwood movie... Fistful of Hammies: chunkstyle; | Apr 15, 2006 at 04:18 PM

That is a huge handful of adorable. I would like four handfuls please.: Cheese; | Apr 15, 2006 at 04:19 PM

That should hold me over till dinner!: melissa; | Apr 15, 2006 at 04:59 PM

..do they come in 6 or 12 piece?: ZaD; | Apr 15, 2006 at 05:02 PM

Hammie Special on Aisle 5!: Rafael; | Apr 15, 2006 at 05:09 PM

I want the McHamster dipping sauce with those.: Mel; | Apr 15, 2006 at 05:09 PM

Haha, fistful of hammies.: Becci; | Apr 15, 2006 at 05:20 PM

I think my head just exploded.: Michele; | Apr 15, 2006 at 05:25 PM

This has almost nothin' to do with this pic, but I like hamsters so... http://funnies.com/cp36.htm: Hammy; | Apr 15, 2006 at 05:28 PM

Hmmmm I think its called "Moon over My Hammies!": Stephanie; | Apr 15, 2006 at 06:34 PM

I need the super-sized version of this please... what is this, a regular handful? Cute cutesy cuteness ... Awwwwwwww!!!!!!!: Christina; | Apr 15, 2006 at 06:56 PM

The prospector swirled the last of his coffee in the bottom of his dented tin cup, then tossed the bitter remains into the river. The Truckee swallowed it greedily, shimmering and burbling like a hateful child's laughter. He stared down at the muddy bank for what felt like years. Betsey was dying. Nothing could stop that now. The faithful old mule who had been his only companion for the past three years had one last journey left in her, and it would have to be soon. Winter was coming, the rations were almost gone, and soon the unforgiving winds of the Sierra Nevada would blow him back to the Delta empty-handed, a broken, wasted man. Three years it had been. Three years, searching under the searing sun. Three years, huddling against the stripping rains. Three years they had combed this river until he felt he knew the shape and pattern of every rock at the river's edge. Three years, and nothing. He scooped up some dirt and water into his cup and swirled them around idly. He knew what waited for him back in Kenosha. Old man Waverly, straining to hide his disappointment, would offer him his old job at the grain silo, and there he would work, and there he would stay, and there he would die, haunted by the fortune that slipped his grasp. And that's when he saw them. Two black pearls among the swirling sediment, sparkling back up at him. He poured the cup into his trembling hand, and there it was: A hamster. He stared at it, and it stared back at him. It would have been hard to tell which was the more amazed. Stuffing it into his pocket, he plunged both hands deep into the river. The icy water felt like knives in his flesh, but he felt only reckless joy surging through every vein in his body. He scooped up the biggest handful his two hands could hold, and held it up to the light. Hamsters. Dozens of them. He scooped up another handful, and another, and another. This was it, he thought. The fabled Hamster Lode of the Sierras, and he'd found it -- at last! He cupped them in his hands and ran to Betsey. "Look, girl -- it's hamsters! Hamsters as big as robin's eggs! We're rich, girl! Did you ever see the like of ..." He froze. She laid by the fire, almost motionless. With her last ounce of strength, she lifted her dappled grey head and looked up to him. Then she was gone. He knelt down beside her. The hamsters didn't matter now. They fell to the ground and scurried back to the river. Soon, this place would be teeming with hamsters -- HIS hamsters, pouring from the sprawling hamster mine that would bear his name. And there would be lumber mills and stockyards, libraries and charities, meetings with presidents and kings, empires upon empires. But those were for another time, and another man -- the man he would become. For now, there was only this man, saying farewell to a friend. He brushed his fingers lightly across her cheek, then closed her eyes.: Not That Mike The Other Mike; | Apr 15, 2006 at 07:47 PM

Can I super-size my order of McHammies, two packets of honey? These guys are so sweet!: Jackie; | Apr 15, 2006 at 08:00 PM

The fabled Hamster Lode of the Sierras???????????? Holy crap that's funny.: Mel; | Apr 15, 2006 at 08:05 PM

You don't fool me. You're that Mike. What is the idiom? Snacky Von Snackerdorfl?: greenighs; | Apr 15, 2006 at 08:36 PM

They only seem to come in heads - can you also get breast and thigh meat?: Poss; | Apr 15, 2006 at 09:26 PM

That's almost too perfect!! Is it photoshopped??: sadie_asher; | Apr 15, 2006 at 09:35 PM

I'll have the 5-piece hammie nuggets with sweet and sour sauce, please. And a Pepsi. Thanks. (The fabled Hamster Lode of the Sierra! Bwah!): AuntieMame; | Apr 15, 2006 at 09:40 PM

Those are so adorable! The little grey fuzzies! This should be another cuteness rule: any critter small enough to fit in the palm of your hand is cute; double points of more than one of them can fit. Quadruple points if they're staring at you so adoringly, all snuggled-up and sleepy-looking!: Mark356; | Apr 15, 2006 at 10:37 PM

Very cute. A happy family in a hand.: Cairo; | Apr 15, 2006 at 11:41 PM

AuntieMame begs the eternal question: "D'ja want fries with that?": BenPanced; | Apr 15, 2006 at 11:54 PM

Baby Hammie Quintet!!!: Subhangi; | Apr 16, 2006 at 01:01 AM

Hammie Snacks™, they melt in your mouth, not in your hand.: Mazin; | Apr 16, 2006 at 04:01 AM

Does this look like a super-duper cute five-headed monster to anyone else?: Gillian; | Apr 16, 2006 at 06:03 AM

Nope, Sadie, I don't think this is shopped. I've raised my fair share of dwarf hamsters, and they really are that small (and precious!) when they're babies. Newborn dwarf hamsters look like little wiggly pink jellybeans. :) I have one right now that was too teeny weeny to make his rat ball roll when I first adopted him. The ball stood still and he ran in place like a little fiend.: Gillian; | Apr 16, 2006 at 06:07 AM

awwww....they're so cute that they make my teeth chatter! A McHamster sesame seeded bun. Kinda looks like a handful of raisinets, too. Run, little hammies! RUN! Everyone wants to eat you! (self included): Carlisa; | Apr 16, 2006 at 07:09 AM

Am I really the only one who is left feeling really, really uncomfortable by the 'snacks' jokes???: Felicity; | Apr 16, 2006 at 09:26 AM

I should probably stop using the word 'really'...: Felicity; | Apr 16, 2006 at 09:28 AM

one more snack joke....furry little jellybeans!: ahphooey; | Apr 16, 2006 at 09:36 AM

I like those rules, Mark356!: Christine; | Apr 16, 2006 at 11:51 AM

'Not That Mike the Other Mike' that was fantastic. WOW! wonderful...: Meg; | Apr 16, 2006 at 12:10 PM

AHHHHHHH! Handfull of hammies! It's too much!: Tori; | Apr 16, 2006 at 01:45 PM

a bundle of babies: Michele; | Apr 16, 2006 at 01:46 PM

THATS NOT NICE! AND THATS SICK! YOU SHOULD DIE FOR SAYING SOMETHING LIKE THAT ABOUT SUCH LITTLE CUTIES! and since i haven't read the previous comments, i'm sure i'm not the only one who feels that way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!: luva da rodents; | Apr 16, 2006 at 03:52 PM

Oh, telling people to DIE for making a slightly sick joke ISN'T sick? And unless you're psychic, how can you know you're not the only one who wants people to die, since you didn't bother reading previous comments? The photo is adorable. Yay hamsters! I'm not terribly amused by the joke, but it doesn't make me homicidal.: Mel; | Apr 16, 2006 at 04:20 PM

"and since i haven't read the previous comments, i'm sure..." Yeah, you won me over right there.: Theo; | Apr 16, 2006 at 04:58 PM

OK, so I had to throw another $5 in the tip jar for this one. Sooooooo cute. (I mean, I know it's Cute Overload, but still, so, so cute.): Gail; | Apr 16, 2006 at 06:56 PM

Don't you want to just very gently stick your nose into that warm, squirmy little pile of fluffiness and go *snorgle snorgle snorgle*? I do!: Brak_Silverbone; | Apr 16, 2006 at 07:01 PM

Hey that other Mel up there isn't me!: Not that Mel the cooler Mel; | Apr 16, 2006 at 07:06 PM

OH! I get it now! cuteOVERload *dies of cuteness*: Constance; | Apr 17, 2006 at 05:42 AM

Hand full of hammies! n.n: Espilonarge; | Apr 17, 2006 at 06:10 AM

HAW, the other mike! HAW HAW! poor mule...: ariel; | Apr 17, 2006 at 06:22 AM

They are bite size, aren't they? ::chi::: Rhea H.; | Apr 17, 2006 at 08:59 AM

I used to have dwarf hamsters. It's best when they're in groups...then they run around like they're on crack. Soooo cute!: monkey; | Apr 17, 2006 at 11:25 AM

Not That Mike... --- AWESOME story!!! Thanks for the demented creativity! &:o): you guys r silly; | Apr 17, 2006 at 12:58 PM

I will not eat them while I stand. I will not eat them from your hand. I will not eat green eggs, five hams, I will not eat them Sam I ams.: Mook; | Apr 17, 2006 at 02:21 PM

Mook- Cute!!!!! But ya know Dr. Suess day passed, but its a nice touch!: Hammy; | Apr 17, 2006 at 02:24 PM

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