When the Tiny Tyrants Take Over

Previously

…The hamster stampede was still in full swing, a furry frenzy of panicked flight. But now, a new direction was emerging. A subtle shift in the tide of tiny paws. A growing stream of hamsters, drawn by Sonya’s gentle coaxing and Drucilla’s distant, authoritative pronouncements, began to converge towards the edge of the woods. It was a chaotic, uncoordinated, yet undeniably effective movement. The tiny tyrants, it seemed, were finally being led to their own, wilder, destiny. The furry frenzy was not over, but its direction had irrevocably changed.