Once I had two guinea pig. But the got killed by a marten. He bit them into their neck.
And the worst thing: I wasn't at home. I was in France, accurately in Corsica.
I went home (my bro looked after them). They were dead.
Actually I didn't see their dead bodys.
But my mom told me the story:
My bro took them into their outfall-barn. But he forgot to cover a little hole in the wall.
Then this ****ing marten killed 'em.
In memory: Stuart and Willy.
Oh yeah. I had another guinea pig. His name was Freddy. He died because he was too old.
:-(
And the worst thing: I wasn't at home. I was in France, accurately in Corsica.
I went home (my bro looked after them). They were dead.
Actually I didn't see their dead bodys.
But my mom told me the story:
My bro took them into their outfall-barn. But he forgot to cover a little hole in the wall.
Then this ****ing marten killed 'em.
In memory: Stuart and Willy.
Oh yeah. I had another guinea pig. His name was Freddy. He died because he was too old.
:-(
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