Last week, the big one took the lid off of our world to deliver some popcorn.

The intermittent ringing noise started, and the big one left abruptly without replacing the lid.

We ate the popcorn first (of course) and then promptly launched ourselves over the edge of the world into outer space.

Goodbye, spinning metal wheel! Goodbye, water bottle and food dish covered up with shavings in order to keep our millet and sunflower seeds safe from roving rival gerbils!

A feeling of wildness came over us. I, being the bravest, ventured down the hall into the larger part of outer space, leaving a trail of excited gerbil turds as I traveled. Maybe we would run into some hot chick gerbils. I was feeling optimistic.

As I rounded a corner, the shorter big one saw me! We made eye contact. I knew we were toast. I turned and ran back the way I'd come.

There was a lot of noise, and then the big one and the short big one came in. I hate the team effort thing.

I decided that rather than waiting for them to get us, we should get them. I snuck up on the short big one and bit its toe, but it did not fall as I thought it would. So, I tried again but again, it didn't work.

The short big one caught Ben by the tail and put him back in our world. Then, they both came after me. It took them a while but they caught me and put me back too.

Someday, we are going to make it out of this joint for good.