The Gerbs'

Yesterday I made a post saying that the gerbils were no longer in my possession. That fact is no longer true. My sister decided that, after all, with two extra pets, she was neglecting her splendidly majestic boar. As this would simply not do, and as I was yearning for my gerbils and repenting my rash decision a million times a day, my sister gave them back to me. And now I post pictures of their glossy little selves:

Victor (The one I named after the mouse trap)
Walter (the one I named after no one in particular)
You will notice that, hang on, is that one she claims to be Victor actually the long lost, blog favorite gerbil Klaus??!! Could it be?? But no. Behold:
HE HAS A TAIL!!
Klaus, everybody's favorite gerbil, has a crooked tail!! See below:
By the way, he was like that when we got him. We did not slam his little tail in a door or something.
And now, finally, we see the two new gerbs' together. A rare sight. It is very difficult to get two gerbils in the range of a camera and get a nice picture. Before I started taking the pictures, I told the gerbils beforehand that I did not want this to be a long ordeal. They did not take heed and it took half and hour to get these pictures. I hope you appreciate it.

Well, folks,Ii am back. Unfortunately, I have nothing spectacular to say. The gerbils, I am most grieved to report, are no longer mine. I gave them to my sister (see Normans' Nook), due to a severe case of neglect. I forgot all about the poor things. My sister now has three pets and the gerbils, I am happy to say, are feeling very plump. They have recently had lots of holding (my cousins came and were thrilled by them) and so I believe that they are much happier than they were with me. Please keep the indignant comments at bay. Other than the obvious grievement, I am very well in spirit and in health (other than a little cold), but I miss my aunt and my cousins.