Sonnet
Adult Guinea Pig
Was having some downtime this afternoon, just sitting and watching something on my IPad, when something in the corner of my eye catches my attention. I look up, and see the black blob known as Sprout, staring at me. At the sight of me turning my head, he starts wheeking.
“No, Sprout. No food, you’ve got plenty of hay,” I say.
“Wheek.”
“No.”
“Wheek Wheek.”
“No!”
He runs out of sight, but the wheeking continues. And increases in volume.
“WHEEK! WHEEEKKKK?! WHEET!”
Eventually broke down and gave him (and Spud) a treat, but I swear that he’s getting sassier every day!
“No, Sprout. No food, you’ve got plenty of hay,” I say.
“Wheek.”
“No.”
“Wheek Wheek.”
“No!”
He runs out of sight, but the wheeking continues. And increases in volume.
“WHEEK! WHEEEKKKK?! WHEET!”
Eventually broke down and gave him (and Spud) a treat, but I swear that he’s getting sassier every day!

Oh dear, naughty piggies! I swear they do it deliberately sometimes.