My hamster circus is no more. It was another astounding day of training, though it ended in disaster. 'Mr. McGoobinmire' my hamster-cannonball, flew disastrously off course during his run. He ploughed into Rodolfo, my star attraction, before setting the bit top alight, vanishing into a hamster-shaped hole in the canvas. If anyone finds a hamster wearing a crash helmet and a cape, please return him to me. Sadly, Rodolfo didn't make it, and the other hamsters now refuse to work in the ruined big top. My dreams are once again crushed under the foot of high explosives.
So...does anyone want 47 hamsters?