Hamster's POV:

     I  play around on my wheel.

    I  spin around in my ball.

    I watch as my owner cleans out my home.

   I  am glad to live in a nice place.

   I get all the carrots, yogurt drops and treats as I please.

   I am cute, or so I have been told.

  I am a bit small, but that is okay.

  I suppose I might outlive them all.

  Then, again how long am I supposed to live?

   What is a phone for anyway?

    I see a calendar on it. Is it important?

 I  make a voicemail, but it is lame.

  I hope you like it just the same.

"Hello, this Harold Hamster. If you leave your name, number, and a message after the squeak, I will get back to you."

I take a closer look at it.

I believe I figured out how to use it.

 I hear a signal.  

 I know the line must be busy since I hear another voicemail.

   Oh, what do I say?

   The story continues in Chapter 4  Phillis Parrot

until then, bye, bye, little owlets!

 Summer out!