this is a story I am writing about a piggy called Rombo, please any consturctive critisism! i'lla dd more as I write!
Rombo stared up at the dirty ceiling, that was lined with fluorescent tube lights, which shone brightly onto Rombo’s glass cage, making him wince when the reflections caught his eye, his stomach rumbled, he sniffed the air and turned on dainty paws to face his food dish, a battered old ash tray, filled with some dusty seeds and corn husks, he sniffed it but drew his nose away in disgust, there was no point in even trying to eat them, he scuttled about his cage, his nose firmly buried in the dusty shavings, hoping to find a scrap of cabbage or carrot, but his brother had eaten it all before going off to his new home, leaving Rombo behind, he was the last guinea pig in the shop now, and it was obvious no one wanted him, his angry mess of fur was a dull brown and his eyes shone bright pink, no one wanted a freak guinea pig.
It was closing time for the pet shop, the shop keeper gave one last sweep of the shop with his eyes, then flicked the lights off, leaving the animals in darkness, Rombo snuggled into the few remaining strands of hay and tried to sleep, he tossed and turned for ages, until finally falling into a light sleep. He was dreaming of a large run, filled with toys and food, until suddenly he heard a clatter and a buzz of electricity, he looked through his cage, the mice next to him had managed to knock their water bottle off, which landed on an extension cord, which was still plugged in, suddenly the shop was luminous with orange and red, silhouettes danced on the walls as the flames swallowed the mice’s wooden cage, Rombo felt his cage getting hotter, there was a fire alarm droning and in the distance he would hear people screaming and the wailing sirens of a fire engine. He started to panic, running at the glass sides, hoping that some how, the little energy he had left could brake the glass, but it couldn’t, he heard rabbits screaming, terrified and being suffocated by the thick smoke which flooded the shop floor Rombo thought this was it, until he felt someone scoop him up and carry him to safety, as they left the burning wreckage of Pets Surplus, the cool fresh air felt wonderful against his scolded skin, he took pleasure in the fact he was free from the tiny glass prison, no matter how long for, he saw other people running out with rabbits, all 5 of them had survived, but they were all panic stricken, fire men battled the flames for ages, Rombo watched in awe as flames danced in his eyes, he felt uplifted, as if he wanted to frolic and jump, the shop had been destroyed and yet, he survived.
The next day he awoke in a room filled with metallic cages, the walls were pure white, he had a box of hay, food and fresh water, and there was some tasty Romaine Lettuce as well, he looked around, he recognised the rabbits from the pet shop, and two of the hamsters, he hoped to see the mice, but they weren’t there, obviously the Fire had taken their precious lives, suddenly a friendly looking woman came over to Rombo’s cage and stuck her finger through the bars, determined not to be upset by the unfortunate incident which occurred a few hours ago, he strutted over to her and gave her fingers a friendly nibble, she smiled and started talking in a soothing voice to him, he felt weird, his heart was happy, this is what happiness must feel like! He gave a little wheek and flicked his head, she opened the cage and gently picked him up, she carried him to a cold table, he looked up to see a man wearing white plastic gloves, he applied some cream to his finger and gently rubbed it where Rombo’s skin had been burnt by the scalding glass when he was trying to brake out of it, the lady ( who he soon learnt was the vet nurse and the man was the vet) tickled him between the ears and told him he was a good boy, he liked her, he wanted to stay with her forever, but after his treatment he was put back in the cage and the vet nurse went to tend to the rabbits, he squeaked a bit then decided he was tired he climbed into his box of hay and lazily chewed a fresh smelling green strand, it tasted sweet and he slowly dozed off into a peaceful sleep.
Rombo dreamt of wonderful things, him and his brother re-united again, fresh grass, the soft summer breeze as he raced around a large enclosure, hugs from a loving family. The pet shop had been destroyed, and so had the past, he was determined to make this a fresh start, he wanted to find a new home.
He was thrilled when another friendly looking lady called Kathryn came and took him from the vets, he was placed in a roomy box lined with fleece blankets and filled with hay, he was placed on the backseat of her car, the gentle motion of the car made him relax, he stretched his paws out behind him and buried his head in the luxurious hay, he squealed with happiness and flopped onto his side, this was it, his dream was coming true. The car came to a halt and his box was picked up and gently carried into Kathryn’s garden, she opened up a large wooden hutch and put Rombo in, he looked around, never had he seen so much space, he investigated the food dish, toys and hidey houses, he looked down to see a new type of bedding, it wasn’t dusty and didn’t have an over powering smell which made his eyes water, it was a soft, paper like bedding he stuck his head in it to investigate and bulldozed it to the sides of the hutch, when suddenly he felt the ground disappear from underneath him and he tumbled down a wooden slop into a large run, he twisted about on his back for a minute then managed to pop up, he looked around and purred, a large enclosure, filled with toys, just like his dream! He strutted around and marked his territory then hi started running laps around the run, he thought he had found his forever home, until Kathryn came out to feed him, her phone bleeped, she answered the call “ Hello, this is Guinea Acres Guinea Pig Rescue, how can I help….?”
Rombo didn’t understand what she meant, he scurried up the ramp and looked around, there were more hutches and more guinea pigs and next to the door of the house was a sign “ Welcome to Guinea Acres” Rombo couldn’t believe it, it was the third home that he had had in his life and it wasn’t even permanent! He sat in the corner of his hutch and sulked, hoping that Kathryn would feel sorry for him and keep him, she opened his hutch door “ Hello little piggy, are you feeling better?” she filled his dish with a mix and gave him a little stroke, he squealed in protest and lunged at her, Kathryn stayed calm and firmly said “ NO!” Rombo felt guilty, but not much, he waddling down the ramp into his run and nibbled the grass, he thought he should enjoy it whilst he can.
Rombo stared up at the dirty ceiling, that was lined with fluorescent tube lights, which shone brightly onto Rombo’s glass cage, making him wince when the reflections caught his eye, his stomach rumbled, he sniffed the air and turned on dainty paws to face his food dish, a battered old ash tray, filled with some dusty seeds and corn husks, he sniffed it but drew his nose away in disgust, there was no point in even trying to eat them, he scuttled about his cage, his nose firmly buried in the dusty shavings, hoping to find a scrap of cabbage or carrot, but his brother had eaten it all before going off to his new home, leaving Rombo behind, he was the last guinea pig in the shop now, and it was obvious no one wanted him, his angry mess of fur was a dull brown and his eyes shone bright pink, no one wanted a freak guinea pig.
It was closing time for the pet shop, the shop keeper gave one last sweep of the shop with his eyes, then flicked the lights off, leaving the animals in darkness, Rombo snuggled into the few remaining strands of hay and tried to sleep, he tossed and turned for ages, until finally falling into a light sleep. He was dreaming of a large run, filled with toys and food, until suddenly he heard a clatter and a buzz of electricity, he looked through his cage, the mice next to him had managed to knock their water bottle off, which landed on an extension cord, which was still plugged in, suddenly the shop was luminous with orange and red, silhouettes danced on the walls as the flames swallowed the mice’s wooden cage, Rombo felt his cage getting hotter, there was a fire alarm droning and in the distance he would hear people screaming and the wailing sirens of a fire engine. He started to panic, running at the glass sides, hoping that some how, the little energy he had left could brake the glass, but it couldn’t, he heard rabbits screaming, terrified and being suffocated by the thick smoke which flooded the shop floor Rombo thought this was it, until he felt someone scoop him up and carry him to safety, as they left the burning wreckage of Pets Surplus, the cool fresh air felt wonderful against his scolded skin, he took pleasure in the fact he was free from the tiny glass prison, no matter how long for, he saw other people running out with rabbits, all 5 of them had survived, but they were all panic stricken, fire men battled the flames for ages, Rombo watched in awe as flames danced in his eyes, he felt uplifted, as if he wanted to frolic and jump, the shop had been destroyed and yet, he survived.
The next day he awoke in a room filled with metallic cages, the walls were pure white, he had a box of hay, food and fresh water, and there was some tasty Romaine Lettuce as well, he looked around, he recognised the rabbits from the pet shop, and two of the hamsters, he hoped to see the mice, but they weren’t there, obviously the Fire had taken their precious lives, suddenly a friendly looking woman came over to Rombo’s cage and stuck her finger through the bars, determined not to be upset by the unfortunate incident which occurred a few hours ago, he strutted over to her and gave her fingers a friendly nibble, she smiled and started talking in a soothing voice to him, he felt weird, his heart was happy, this is what happiness must feel like! He gave a little wheek and flicked his head, she opened the cage and gently picked him up, she carried him to a cold table, he looked up to see a man wearing white plastic gloves, he applied some cream to his finger and gently rubbed it where Rombo’s skin had been burnt by the scalding glass when he was trying to brake out of it, the lady ( who he soon learnt was the vet nurse and the man was the vet) tickled him between the ears and told him he was a good boy, he liked her, he wanted to stay with her forever, but after his treatment he was put back in the cage and the vet nurse went to tend to the rabbits, he squeaked a bit then decided he was tired he climbed into his box of hay and lazily chewed a fresh smelling green strand, it tasted sweet and he slowly dozed off into a peaceful sleep.
Rombo dreamt of wonderful things, him and his brother re-united again, fresh grass, the soft summer breeze as he raced around a large enclosure, hugs from a loving family. The pet shop had been destroyed, and so had the past, he was determined to make this a fresh start, he wanted to find a new home.
He was thrilled when another friendly looking lady called Kathryn came and took him from the vets, he was placed in a roomy box lined with fleece blankets and filled with hay, he was placed on the backseat of her car, the gentle motion of the car made him relax, he stretched his paws out behind him and buried his head in the luxurious hay, he squealed with happiness and flopped onto his side, this was it, his dream was coming true. The car came to a halt and his box was picked up and gently carried into Kathryn’s garden, she opened up a large wooden hutch and put Rombo in, he looked around, never had he seen so much space, he investigated the food dish, toys and hidey houses, he looked down to see a new type of bedding, it wasn’t dusty and didn’t have an over powering smell which made his eyes water, it was a soft, paper like bedding he stuck his head in it to investigate and bulldozed it to the sides of the hutch, when suddenly he felt the ground disappear from underneath him and he tumbled down a wooden slop into a large run, he twisted about on his back for a minute then managed to pop up, he looked around and purred, a large enclosure, filled with toys, just like his dream! He strutted around and marked his territory then hi started running laps around the run, he thought he had found his forever home, until Kathryn came out to feed him, her phone bleeped, she answered the call “ Hello, this is Guinea Acres Guinea Pig Rescue, how can I help….?”
Rombo didn’t understand what she meant, he scurried up the ramp and looked around, there were more hutches and more guinea pigs and next to the door of the house was a sign “ Welcome to Guinea Acres” Rombo couldn’t believe it, it was the third home that he had had in his life and it wasn’t even permanent! He sat in the corner of his hutch and sulked, hoping that Kathryn would feel sorry for him and keep him, she opened his hutch door “ Hello little piggy, are you feeling better?” she filled his dish with a mix and gave him a little stroke, he squealed in protest and lunged at her, Kathryn stayed calm and firmly said “ NO!” Rombo felt guilty, but not much, he waddling down the ramp into his run and nibbled the grass, he thought he should enjoy it whilst he can.
