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Gin-Gin was woken by Sinna’s fluff in his face. It was going up his ears, his nose, and his mouth. He spit out the caramel fur and repositioned himself. As he got comfortable, Sinna rearranged himself and again was suffocating his brother. Gin-Gin gave up trying to sleep, and walked away, lying down in the middle of the cage. Sinna sat up, itching his rump, yawned, and came over.
“You seem tired,” He said, looking closely at Gin-Gin’s eyes.
“Well,” He replied, “I kind of am.” Sinna walked to the food bowl, sticking his nose in to find a rogue piece of lettuce. “We should go on an adventure today,” He said, munching on the lettuce. Gin-Gin’s face lit up. “Where?” He asked. Sinna grinned. He beckoned for Gin-Gin to follow him. He led him to the corner of the cage, where he pulled back the hidey to reveal a large, gaping hole which had obviously had been chewed away. Through it, Gin-Gin could see the floor, stretching out like a pasture through the house.
“You ready?” Sinna asked.
“You bet,” Gin-Gin said. And they crawled through the hole.
At first, they were scared. Things loomed above them, telling them how small they really were. They scooted along the edge of the wall, scared to leave its security.
As they rounded a corner, they stopped short. In front of them sat a fat mouse, stuffing its cheeks with seeds. His beady eyes flashed towards them, and he stopped eating. Sinna stepped forward, his fluff making his look quite large. The mouse seemed unfazed. It slowly stood up on its hind legs, coming up to eye level with Sinna.
“Newcomers!” He hissed. His voice was raspy, “What brings such good looking creatures to this part of the house?”
“Gin-Gin and I are on an adventure,” Sinna said.
“Adventurers! How delightful,” Spat the mouse. They saw a louse crawl up his head, “Adventurers aren’t welcome in these parts.” Sinna took in a whiff of his scent, and almost choked. He smelled of their cage when it wasn’t clean ten times over. He shot behind his companion. Gin-Gin stepped towards the mouse. “If you please, sir, get out of our path.”
The mouse sneered, “Why should I do that?”
“Because if you don’t, I’m going to wheek so loud that my owner will come running. And she hates mice. Especially stinky, molding, nasty mice.” This time, the mouse was a little scared.
“You wouldn’t dare.” He said. And Gin-Gin let off a wheek. It echoed around the room solemnly. The mouse grabbed his ears, trying to cut out the noise. Gin-Gin let off another, and another. Finally, the mouse hissed at them and scampered in the wall, disappearing. Sinna nuzzled Gin-Gin happily. “Awesome job! We showed him!” Gin-Gin grinned, and they continued on their path.
Sinna gasped as he looked around the corner. He grabbed Gin-Gin excitedly from where he had been examining a doorstopper, and shoved him around the corner. There, in front of them, was the big white box. The one which held all the food they could eat. The marveled at its size and beauty. Gin-Gin popcorned towards it, Sinna in his footsteps.
They finally found an entrance to the food haven, and crawled into the cold. They both lifted off their front paws, tasting all the smells that were conjoined together. Sinna zoomed off and they found the veggies. The marveled at the overflowing masses. Then, they jumped in.
Gin-Gin swam in the tomato box, Sinna walked through the forest of parsley. They have a carrot fight. In the end, they lay down on some soft lettuce leaves, stomachs full and their hearts content.
Just then, the door of the food haven ripped open.
“What are you two
doing?!” The pigs smiled.