R.I.P Hamish
I pace under the OBGYN sign, more anxious by the minute.
Finally, the surgeon appears.
“Will she make it doc?” I ask.
He lowers his mask, a stern expression underneath.
“She’ll make it. But I’m afraid we couldn’t save….err…Hamish. He was starved of oxygen for too long.”
A strange mixture of relief and sadness washes over me as the surgeon continues.
“Look sir, far be it from me to interfere in marital affairs, but please, find some other way to satisfy your wife okay? Hamsters do not belong in vaginas!”
