F. J. Bergmann2

F. J. Bergmann  

Tantalus and Sisyphus

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A few out of the succession of hamsters we had as children got out of their cages and disappeared. We never found their bodies. One, horribly mangled by a mousetrap but still alive, turned up a week later, but the rest simply vanished. I believed that they were all waiting for us in the black underworld of the crawl space beneath the house, preparing our desiccated water bottles and squeaking exercise wheels.