Arabella sat on her roommate's shoulder and thought. Dreams? Aside from the fact that she thought his dream was stupid, what was her dream? To travel the world? Mmh no actually she liked being at home. The wide world did not interest her. Did she want to fight against the injustice of the world? Well, for that she would have to go out on the street. So that was out of the question, too. She fell into dull brooding. What constituted a life dream? Were there any regulations? Guidelines or manuals? What did her friends strive for? Granted, there were only two of them, and both of them had been fixated on marriage since childhood. Mmh, what would she like to do? Somehow it was easier to know what she didn't want. How could one even think a clear thought when one was being squawked at? With her cheeks puffed out, she looked at the parrot, who was already almost at the entrance level, along with the other guests. 

"Hey furball, I'm flying back in next week. If you know what you want and are willing to squeeze off a few kernels, we can beak over your request again." The guy actually had the gall to wink at her! Angrily, she threw him an air fist, then the door clanged shut.  Next time she had a frying pan ready for the bird.  

"Is my princess offended because Herbert won't be your friend?" her roommate's voice sounded slightly amused. She didn't care she enjoyed the caress of his finger under her chin. Still, she couldn't help but let out a small unwilling piep.  Blackmailed by a fried chicken to find a lifelong dream ... But her bad luck knew no bounds at all. What if she didn't find one? Would she then remain a hamster forever?

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