Do You Have Any Cosmic Good Times?

Sravani Saha
Aug 9, 2017 · 2 min read

‘I have to hurry,' said Hammy the hairy hamster.

‘Why?’ asked Croaky, the flabby frog.

‘My good times are here,’ replied Hammy.

‘Where?’ the frog asked, looking around.

‘I mean, I am going through a phase of good times,' Hammy clarified, rolling his eyes.

‘Oh! Do you mean the kingfisher kind of good times?’ Croaky winked and curved his lips to a crooked smile.

'No! I meant cosmic good times' Hammy replied.

'Wow, cosmic sounds kaboom!' Croaky almost toppled trying to wave his forelimbs up in the air to show kaboom.

'Yes it does. You will be happy to hear how Hammy multitasks. I’m starting up my first medical venture on removing Chronic Pneumonolungal Leukoencelopathy from the world, and my second ed-tech venture on Deep Deeper Deepest Deep Learning, and my third venture on finding out if Elon Musk is really as productive as the world knows him to be, and my fourth venture on making babies, and my fifth one on getting in touch with extra terrestrial beings to find vacation space in outer space. I am finishing up my studies, getting another degree to add to my ‘huge list of degrees’ and I’m…’ Hammy was not happy to be interrupted.

‘Wait, wait! You are doing all of this zip-zap-zoom at the same time?’ Croaky actually croaked this time.

‘Yes, I can’t let this time pass away,’ Hammy ripped his right paw nails through his teeth, making the whizz sound of a hot metal cutter. He looked at his clean fingers and rubbed them on his back and dropped the bomb.

‘My astrologer said I have good times only till the end of this year. I have to do everything this year. I can’t let the year pass, and can’t wait for the next year!’ Hammy started to rip the nails of his left forepaw through his metal-cutter teeth.

‘You mean all of this is just because the astrologer told you?’ Croaky’s eyes had popped out.

‘Yes. Once this time ends, I’m down to bad times. So everything has to be perfect now,’ pat came the reply.

Croaky made a wry face.

'Hey listen, I need to rush. I have a new admin, and he was already lost before joining. What are you up to, Croaky?' Hammy hurried.

Croaky pointed at his mushroom. ‘I’m just trying to make some mushroom soup. You..’

Even before he had finished, Hammy, the hairy hamster had hurried away.

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Sravani Saha

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Author of ‘Yes, The Eggplant is A Chicken’ https://amzn.to/2Iym2ok Humorist, Satirist, Mom, Ex-Googler. Write to me at s.sravani@gmail.com

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