Wheeky
Teenage Guinea Pig
My name is Elliot.
I know what you're thinking ... "That poor pig! He's all fur and bones."
And you are right. In fact, I weigh a mere 1200g. And that is why I am here talking to you today.
Every morning, I have to wait literally a minute for my vegetables to arrive. Sometimes two. Evenings are the same. I am aware that these facts may be upsetting and unsettling to many of you, but I speak the truth.
Throughout the day I am so hungry that I am forced to wheek and wheek until my throat is sore and I can wheek no longer. The most I can hope for are some carrot peelings or maybe a grape.
Please, open your hearts. I am in desperate need of your help.
Vegetable donations should be sent ASAP to my cage (which, I should add, I have to share with my smelly brother).
Thank you,
Elliot. Aka, The Poo Monster.