Hedgehog Prose in the World

When the old sun slowly hobbles into the sky, the hedgehog is still missing in a pile of soft drops. In its dream, there is a sea as pure as Jinsha and mineral water. It's winter now, and every little animal is hiding in a warm hole. Rabbit has a group of lovely furry family members. They are in the hole next to the hedgehog, close to each other and warm each other with their body temperature. Occasionally, the tall and fat rabbit will tap on the thick earth wall and sincerely ask the hedgehog, "Hey, we are telling a joke. Do you want to hear it?" The hedgehog really stretched himself and listened tightly on the mound. In the hole over there, there was a mouse-like laugh, and then it was boring, and then the mouse laughed. It was not until the pink belly turned gray that the hedgehog giggled twice and told the rabbit to go to bed. "Ah, so early, don't you want to have dinner with us?" The rabbit put its long ears on the wall, heard the sound of a sissy tree behind it, and turned back to the table. "Silly boy, the hedgehog is hibernating, how can it get out of the hole?" Mother rabbit scolded softly. "I know." The tall rabbit answered, and then a mouse-like smile appeared in the hole. Hedgehog curled up into a pile of burrs, wrapped his cold feet in his cold stomach, sighed contentedly and narrowed his eyes.

If this kind of life has been like this, maybe there is nothing to regret. But things in the world are not so simple and boring. Even if it's just a little hedgehog, God never misses a chance to play tricks on it.

It was last autumn, when the angry raccoon broke into the hedgehog's hole, everything changed. "Ah! Hey! Smelly oil pig! How dare you steal my food! " The hedgehog cocked his prickly head and stared at the lovely raccoon with a grin. "Which ... oil pig?" "oh! Hey, I'm kidding. Well, I mean ... Sorry, I have the wrong number. " The raccoon shook the soil, quickly withdrew from the hole and ran away, taking away a bunch of leaves. "Hey, raccoon ..." The hedgehog couldn't see his figure before he finished.

Anyway, every few days, hedgehogs will see raccoons screaming after an oil pig and drilling around in dense bushes. Soon, a small green shrub will become a pile of residual limbs and leaves.

After they left, the hedgehog carefully put the long thorn broken from the branch in his arms and slept with it every night. It thinks: we are the same, we all have thorns. It seems to be lost in the sea of people and found support in crying. The hedgehog is contentedly owned, and everyone laughs in the dream.

On the day when it was going to snow, the tall rabbit stretched himself and got into the hedgehog's hole. The raccoon on the ground stabbed it in the eye. "Ah, you hedgehog." The hedgehog opened his hostile eyes in panic and softened when he saw the rabbit. "You fell in love with that naughty guy." The rabbit held its head high proudly. "Yes .." Hedgehog looked out of the hole with bright eyes. "Oh, really? Not a good thing, especially covered with thorns. No one hates it more than this. It hurts to hold your stomach. " The hedgehog has red eyes. Since that meeting, it has never hugged raccoons or even said a word. But how did this fluffy rabbit do it? "But it says it can put away the thorns, which is not bad." The rabbit yawned and swaggered out of the hole. Hedgehog looked at his thorns and tried to collect them, but there was no one. The rabbit never hugged him. He doesn't know that hedgehog's thorns are more stinging.

The animals in the forest soon learned the secret of the hedgehog. They all looked curiously at what raccoons looked like, and then they were all disappointed without exception. "It doesn't have my beautiful feathers." Peacock said. "It doesn't have my elegant manners." Mr. Civet's collar was cut. But who cares? Hedgehog just likes it and can't extricate himself.

Later, when raccoons saw the hedgehog, they began to pay attention to this timid but persistent little thing quietly. It approaches it slowly, but never says love it, nor does it say whether it likes it or not. Just chatting with the quiet hedgehog, on every moonlit night.

This winter is particularly cold. The day before the heavy snow fell, raccoons went back to their caves to hibernate. He didn't tell the hedgehog that it was time to hibernate after shivering in the cold wind all night. But I'm afraid the raccoon is coming. I don't know. He put a note on the dry bark and went back to the hole happily. It's another snowy night, and the white paper is covered.