Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra Winter (Debbie)

The Story of Mr. & Mrs. Hobble Wobble Hamster Pair

On a warm, humid night Mr. and Mrs. Hobble Wobble went for an early dinner at the Watering Hole Restaurant for $1.50 tacos. Mr. Hobble Wobble was an old fella with a strange leg formation that made his whole body just hobble as he walked and Mrs. Hobble Wobble had bum knees that made her whole-body wobble. This is how these two became the Hobble Wobble Hamster pair!

As they settled into their favorite corner booth, Mr. Hobble Wobble adjusted his tiny spectacles and peered at the menu with great determination. “Tonight,” he declared, “I shall eat precisely three tacos and not a bite more.”

Mrs. Hobble Wobble chuckled, patting his paw affectionately. “Darling, you say that every time, and yet—somehow—you always end up with five.”

Just as their tacos arrived, a sudden commotion at the entrance drew their attention. In waddled none other than Sir Squeak-a-Lot, the town’s most mysterious hamster. He wore a finely tailored vest and had a twinkle in his eye that suggested he was up to something grand.

“Ah, my dear Hobble Wobbles,” Sir Squeak-a-Lot announced, dramatically pulling up a seat, “I have news that will shake the very foundation of hamster society!”

Mrs. Hobble Wobble gasped. Mr. Hobble Wobble nearly toppled a taco. What could this shocking revelation be?

“We are building a tower called, Hobble Wobble Hotel and Eatery. And the main meal will be your favorites, Tacos with chicken, beef and of course steak. We decided on it about an hour ago.” said Sir Squeak-a-lot. “How do you like that Mr. and Mrs. Hobble Wobble? Having a hotel and eatery named after you two.”

Being surprised to the hilt, they chocked down their meal and said, “Well, what an honor that is, but why Hobble Wobble? They replied.

Sir Squeak-a-Lot leaned in dramatically, tapping his tiny paw on the table for emphasis. “Because, my dear friends, you two are legends! The most beloved, wobbly, hobbling hamsters in town! Your determination to strut your stuff despite your unique movements has inspired all of hamster society.”

Mr. Hobble Wobble adjusted his spectacles, feeling a rare sense of pride. “Well, well,” he muttered, stroking his whiskers. “I suppose we do waddle with a certain… distinguished style.”

Mrs. Hobble Wobble beamed. “And we do enjoy a good taco. It’s the perfect tribute!”

Sir Squeak-a-Lot nodded. “Indeed! And there’s more—the grand opening of the Hobble Wobble Hotel and Eatery will feature a Taco Dance Festival! A celebration of joyful waddling, wiggling, and, of course, eating.”

The Hobble Wobbles gasped. A dance festival? Were they ready for such excitement?

“But we can’t dance. We have never danced in our lifetime. We just love our tacos. That’s all.” Said Mrs. Hobble Wobble. Mr. Hobble Wobble agreed and added, “Do we have to dance at this festival? Can I be a judge of the dancing contest or something else? I don’t want to be a hobbling wobbling fool with my wife in front of all the other fancy dancers that will be there.” 

 Sir Squeak-a-Lot nodded, “Sure we can add whatever you like to the festival and if you want a dance contest, I can arrange that for you. We will have a great time and after the festival we will have the groundbreaking so we can get this Hotel up and running before the New Year arrives.”

Mr. Hobble Wobble adjusted his tiny glasses, relieved but still a bit skeptical. “A judge, eh? Now that I can do! I’ve seen enough wobbly walks in my day to know a good one when I see it.”

Mrs. Hobble Wobble nodded. “Fine, but let’s also have a taco-eating contest! That way, I can participate without tripping over myself.”

Sir Squeak-a-Lot beamed. “Splendid! A Grand Hobble Wobble Dance-Off, followed by The Ultimate Taco Feast Contest. This festival will be the greatest hamster gathering in history!”

Just then, the restaurant door swung open in rolled Dizzy Daisy, the most flamboyant hamster in town. She twirled onto their table, tossing tiny confetti pieces into the air. “Did someone say dance-off?” she squeaked. “I hope you’re already, because I intend to win!”

Mr. and Mrs. Hobble Wobble exchanged glances. Were they truly ready enough to face off against Dizzy Daisy’s dazzling spins? This was turning into quite an adventure for Mr. Hobble Wobble.

Sir Squeak-a-Lot is just about drooling over Dizzy Daisy and her actions spinning and twirling all over the place, while Mr. Hobble Wobble starts getting the jitters can he really pick the honest winner at the dance contest. Mrs. Hobble Wobble, she’s getting worried over the whole ordeal.

“Sir Squeak-a-lot, sir, we appreciate what you are saying and all. Can we discuss this more tomorrow? We would like time to think this all over as it is so overwhelming and all. And besides we would like to finish our tacos in peace now. We would like you to please leave us alone. Go home to your wife and take Dizzy Daisy with you, I’m sure your wife would like to meet her.” Demanded Mrs. Hobble Wobble. 

Sir Squeak-a-Lot, momentarily stunned, blinked at the firm request. He glanced at Dizzy Daisy, still twirling like a wind-up ballerina, and then back at the Hobble Wobbles, whose eyes were pleading for peace and tacos.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, smoothing his tiny vest. “Of course, of course. I quite understand! We shall leave you to your meal and your contemplation.”

Dizzy Daisy, mid-spin, skidded to a halt. “Wait, what? But I just got here!” She pouted but caught the glare from Mrs. Hobble Wobble and wisely decided not to protest further.

Sir Squeak-a-Lot gave them a final grand bow. “I shall expect your decision tomorrow, my dear friends! And in the meantime, I’ll be certain to introduce Daisy to my wife—if she doesn’t twirl right out the front door first.”

With that, he whisked Daisy away, leaving Mr. and Mrs. Hobble Wobble in blessed silence. They sighed in relief, crunching into their tacos, savoring the much-needed quiet.

But now, they had a decision to make. Would they embrace the festival in all its grand wobbling glory? Or was there an escape route they hadn’t thought of yet?

As Mr. and Mrs. Hobble Wobble finally finished their tacos, the chaos of the evening settled into a quiet hum. The restaurant emptied, leaving just the two of them, the soft glow of the lights, and the comforting scent of their favorite meal.

Mr. Hobble Wobble sighed, adjusting his tiny spectacles. “You know, dear, I think we’ve had enough excitement for one night.”

Mrs. Hobble Wobble chuckled, shaking her head. “Agreed. I think we’ll stick to eating tacos, not hosting entire festivals about them.”

And so, when the next morning rolled around, they politely declined the offer to become the faces of the Hobble Wobble Hotel and Eatery. Sir Squeak-a-Lot, though disappointed, understood. Dizzy Daisy, of course, twirled off into the next adventure without a second thought.

As for the Hobble Wobbles? They returned to their simple joys—quiet dinners, cozy strolls, and, most importantly, tacos that were never interrupted again.

The End.