The story of a timid hedgehog who finds a loving home
Prickles was a tiny hedgehog, his quills as sharp as needles and his heart as soft as cotton. He lived in a cozy little burrow beneath a rosebush in Mrs. Willow's garden. Prickles was a solitary creature, preferring the quiet of his burrow to the bustling world outside.
One day, a little girl named Lily came into the garden. She loved to play among the flowers and chase butterflies. As she was picking a bouquet of roses, she stumbled upon Prickles. He curled up into a ball, his quills bristling.
Lily gasped, her eyes wide with surprise. She had never seen a hedgehog before. Slowly, she reached out and gently stroked Prickles' quills. To her amazement, Prickles unfurled and looked up at her with big, innocent eyes.
From that day forward, Lily and Prickles became the best of friends. Lily would bring Prickles treats, like apples and berries, and they would spend hours together in the garden. Prickles would follow her around, his tiny paws pattering softly on the ground.
One day, Lily's family decided to have a picnic in the park. Lily couldn't bear to leave Prickles behind, so she asked her parents if she could bring him along. To her surprise, they agreed!
At the park, Prickles had the time of his life. He explored the grass, sniffed out interesting smells, and even took a nap in a patch of wildflowers. Lily laughed as she watched him, her heart filled with joy.
As the sun began to set, it was time to go home. Lily scooped Prickles up and put him in her backpack. On the way home, Prickles poked his head out of the backpack and looked at Lily with big, loving eyes. Lily smiled and scratched his ears.
When they got home, Lily placed Prickles gently in his burrow. As she watched him curl up for the night, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the friendship they had formed. Prickles, the once-fearful hedgehog, had become a beloved member of the family, proving that even the prickliest of creatures can have a soft heart.
The end
