The Special Hedgehog

The Special Hedgehog looked for a sponge that they would worship. It might be a weird thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Hedgehog, who considered that the idea was magnificent. Strangely, a sponge of all things.

The Special Hedgehog desperately craved for a toilet brush to try to nail to the wall. It might be a strange exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Hedgehog, who thinks that this idea was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a toilet brush would be the chosen thing.

The Special Hedgehog found a pen that they would occasionally smash. It was a strange thing to do, to my neighbour, but not to the Hedgehog, who expected it was simply life. A pen is the thing that was chosen.

The Special Hedgehog desperately desired a ball that they would sometimes play with. One might say this is a different activity, to most, but not to the Hedgehog, who thinks that the idea was the most awesome idea. Honestly, a ball was the chosen item.

The Special Hedgehog desperately looked for a porno magazine that they liked to drop. It is a weird and wonderful idea, to my dad, but not to the Hedgehog, who feels it would be wonderful. Strangely, a porno magazine would be the thing that was selected.

The Special Hedgehog always had with them a cucumber that they would often put up their bum. It might have been a fairly funny operation, to my dad, but not to the Hedgehog, who assumed that this idea was awesome. A cucumber of all things.