New house Matylda Story Series

 

1. New Home

Today I'm going to tell you a story about Matylda. Matylda is a guinea pig. She has shaggy ginger fur and red eyes that gaze curiously at the world.

This will be her first adventure. So, my dears, sit comfortably and listen.

Matylda was sitting in her cage, trying to settle down for sleep. That was what she liked to do most, well, almost, because she liked eating even more. Unfortunately, she wasn't alone in the cage; next to her were a large, black male with floppy ears, who was her father, and three other guinea pigs. One was her sister, who always wanted to lie where Matylda was lying and snack on her best food. The other, or rather, the second one, because he was a male, was her brother, who always fought with his sisters for food and the most comfortable spot in the litter box. And a third, identical to Matilda, unlike the other little ones who inherited their fur from their father, only much larger, which was her mother.

Matilda was just about to settle down when it suddenly became very bright. She stood up, stretched, yawned widely, and moved her face closer to the grate. Oh, breakfast will be ready soon, she thought, and took a seat as close to the bowl as possible. However, a long time passed before she received her beloved food, and to make it last, she darted her eyes around the surroundings.

In a cage a little higher above hers, parrots were screaming loudly, shouting over each other. Right next to them stood a cage with a canary, singing its mournful songs, driving the other birds crazy, who tried to drown out both it and the parrots. Yes, their owner had a whole lot of birds. She couldn't see anything else from her seat, so she sadly followed the tall woman who was wandering around, serving food to all her charges. Unfortunately, as if to spite her, she always started with the loudest ones. "Well, now it's our turn," the redhead remarked as the room grew quiet and she settled more comfortably, resting her head on the bowl.

"Come on, redhead. Move your head a bit, I don't have anywhere to put your grain," said the large person who always looked after them all.

Matilda looked at her and moved her head, simultaneously observing her roommates. She had just started eating when a noise came from the door. She wasn't about to worry; all sorts of people came here, most of them familiar, they picked her up, hugged her, petted her, played with her and her siblings, talked to the birds and to them. This time, however, she was forced to look more closely at the people, as they were staring at her persistently, which was really distracting her from eating.

"Sister, look. What red eyes she has. Beautiful. What do you think?

" "Beautiful, let's take her.

" "I'll take this one."

This man must be talking about me, the red-eyed piggy thought. I don't want to go anywhere, I'm fine here, she said, and, leaving the bowl to her siblings, hid behind her father. But to no avail, the caregiver unceremoniously removed her from the cage and placed her in a cardboard box. What was happening, the red-eyed piggy wondered, how dark it was, and the floor was moving. She moved her nose closer to the small opening through which a ray of light shone. I smell fresh air, she thought, they're taking me somewhere.

The journey didn't last long; after a while, the piggy found herself in a new room, with several heads hanging above her, making as much noise as the birds in her previous home. And they took her out again, she passed from hand to hand, someone constantly talking to her, she understood everything and was happy. She was admired for the color of her fur, the color of her eyes, the tufts above her ears, but she wanted to be somewhere she felt safe. Even though there were a few faces looking at the bowl, they were familiar faces. She kept seeing new faces here. After all, one person must be the one who chose me, the little pig thought, recognizing it from her voice. She confidently scooped her up and placed her in her new cage. The redhead was very grateful for this, especially since the cage was full of bowls and no one else who wanted to eat. She looked around at all the counters, sniffed almost every rung, and peered into the bowl. Oh, the smells, she thought happily, that green stuff must be delicious. She started on a cucumber and felt that she would be truly happy here. Unfortunately, before she could finish it, she felt someone lifting her along with her new home. A moment later, she smelled a breath of fresh air again, and suddenly, it was over. Her new owner, unaware of the little pig, got into the car with her.

"Look, that cute furry little thing," she said to the person sitting next to her. "We have to give her a name. She's a female, and I only have ideas for males.

" "She's ridiculous, we'll think of a name at home; it has to really suit her."

They rode for a while, until the little pig felt herself being lifted again, and a moment later, she felt herself back inside.

"Well, redhead, you're in your new home. "

She was placed on the floor with her cage, squeezed into the corner of the litter box, and looked at this new room with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

"Give her Matylda," a woman said, looking at her critically. "She's ridiculous and a bit slow-moving, a name just right for her.

" "She'll get active. She's scared." The woman who chose her excused herself. "

My name is Matylda," Matylda said, outraged, and looked into her bowl, searching for that green thing she'd liked so much.

"Wait, I'll give you another cucumber." – The new lady told her and a moment later she was holding her in her arms, offering her a piece of delicious-smelling food.

Matilda sniffed suspiciously at the fingers holding her treat and decided she'd probably be happy here. Finally, she'd have the entire bowl and all her favorite treats all to herself.