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A Farewell Letter From Hippo, The Kindergarten Class Hamster

I hate to say goodbye—no actually I don’t

Stephanie D. Rondeau
Frazzled
Published in
4 min readJun 17, 2024

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Image of a hamster with a thought bubble that says “Oh no, not the recorders again,” and a handwritten note that reads, “Pleez Help Me.”
Image from and edited in Canva

Heya Kids,

I’m gonna be blunt here. It’s time to go.

I’ve been counting down the days until June 15, just like you. I’ll never forget my year in Room 32B with all of you little rascals. What fond memories we’ll always share.

And by always I mean approximately the next two years, since that’s the end of my lifespan. Which may be a little shorter after the vacuum incident at Preston’s house, but we’ll come back to that.

As much as I enjoyed being sprinkled with glitter—glue, not so much—and getting to witness the ultra-exciting (if not a little confusing) recaps of each of your weekends each Monday, it’s time to say goodbye.

But before we go, I’ve got a few bones to pick. And I won’t feel right unless I get all of this off my little, furry chest.

You know, the one McKenna tried to shave with her daddy’s razor?

It’s grown back quite nicely, thank you very much.

First of all, to Miss Yipper. I know you had good intentions bringing me here, truly, I do. That day you scooped me out of my cozy, wood-chip-filled home in the…

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Stephanie D. Rondeau
Frazzled

MS, ATC, CSCS. Kidlit author and editor, query liaison. Mostly writes about writing, health and wellness, feminism, and parenting. Occasionally funny.