HAHAHA IK MOEST EEN VERHAALTJE SCHRIJVEN VOOR ENGELS EN HIJ HAD NIET GEZEGD WAAROVER, NOU DAN KRIJGT IE DIT DUS 
My Dearest Hamlet
This is my way to try to get over you, to say goodbye to my best friend. Although we didn’t spend a lot of time together, those few minutes I spent with you were the best of my life.
The first time I saw you, it was love at first sight. I drowned in your shiny eyes. From that moment on I knew that one day you would be mine.
I did everything in my power to get you; I saved money for months, worked 58 hours a week… my whole life was about you. In my mind I’d thought everything through, what it would be like when you lived here, I even got you a name; Hamlet.
When I finally had enough money and all the facilities to make you happy, I went out to get you. My whole world was upside down.
Dressed in my sexiest clothes to impress you I went downtown, smiling and singing. When I got into the shop you were, my hands began to shake, and everything seemed to be turning.
There you were, my dear hamster. Your beautiful gold fur, lovely tiny ears, made me fall even more in love with you. When I got you out of the cage, your little nails scratched my hand, the first sign of true love.
I went down the counter, and payed for you. I couldn’t wait to take you home. The salesman said all kinds of stuff about how to handle a hamster, but after my weeks of studying and reading everything I could about my hamster, I couldn’t bear to listen.
Once he had finished his story, I ran outside, looking for a pastor who could get us married. Thinking about the dress I would wear that day, I didn’t saw the doorstep, and fell right over it. You just slipped out of my hands, on to the street. The last thing I remember was the cracking of your little bones, when you were ran over by a big black car.
Oops, I said. And when I saw your crushed body, on the asphalt, I remembered that I am allergic to hamster anyway. So maybe it’s for the best. And I went back in to the petshop to get a goldfish, I hope you don’t mind he lives in your cage now. He doesn’t make me sneeze but he does smell bad.
Bye!