A while back, a woman of Slavic descent knocked on my grandparents' door to ask a favor. The woman explained in broken English that she lived with her family in the apartment building next door and they were going on vacation for a weekend. She pointed to a hamster cage at her feet and asked my grandparents to watch her son's hamsters for the weekend until they came back. She offered a full bag of food and extra bedding for the creatures.
My grandparents are incredibly naive and sweet. They agreed to watch the hamsters.
Yesterday, over a month after the stranger dropped off the hamsters, I noticed that one of them was looking pretty bad. My sweet, naive grandfather said, "You think he's sick? Oh, I hope he doesn't die before they pick him up."
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