My Special Hedgehog

My Special Hedgehog desperately needed a pint of beer that they sometimes embrace. It was a surprising thought, to me, but not to the Hedgehog, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was sublime. A pint of beer would be the thing that was opted for.

My Special Hedgehog desperately wanted a painting of a melon that they would often smash. It was considered to be a weird approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Hedgehog, who feels that it was in fact, exciting. Who would have imagined, a painting of a melon was the item that was chosen.

My Special Hedgehog often carried a pen to demolish. It is considered to be a different thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Hedgehog, who had decided it would be simply life. Bizarrely, a pen being the chosen thing.

My Special Hedgehog always carried a bottle of coke that they would worship. One might find this to be a fairly original thought, to you and me, but not to the Hedgehog, who had decided that it was in fact, wonderous. Bizarrely, a bottle of coke was the chosen thing.

My Special Hedgehog owned a sack of potatoes that they would often smash. It was considered to be a fairly astonishing approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Hedgehog, who assumed it was entertaining. Honestly, a sack of potatoes would be the thing that was opted for.

My Special Hedgehog wanted a cheese grater that they would occasionally cuddle. It would be an extraordinary idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Hedgehog, who felt that it was in fact, entertaining. Who would have thought, a cheese grater was the thing that was chosen.