friends for hedgehogs
I made you a hedgie friend! she says, handing me a spiky, beady-eyed ball of some sort of bark and artfully composed twig slices.
Thanks, I say, putting him down on my desk. I turn him so he faces the printer, but he still looks like he’s staring at me with those glossy little eyes.
I already have a hedgehog, I tell her when she brings me another the next day, attempting to give back the almost identical… thing.
That one needs a friend for when you’re not around, she says. They get lonely.
The day after that, there’s a third one on my desk, sitting alongside the other two.
The next day there are six.
No matter how I arrange them, they’re always staring at me with those unblinking eyes.
They look like they’re plotting something.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
Clovia · January 28, 2011 at 11:55 am
There was an older lady at work who was delighted we shared a birthdate, and she used to give me hedgehogs for good luck. I worked there nine years.
They do look like they’re plotting.
erin · January 28, 2011 at 2:35 pm
Hee! A single hedgie is cute. En masse they are kind of disturbing.
Paul · January 28, 2011 at 5:46 pm
They’re cute! But yes, you wouldn’t really need that many!
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