The Round Hedgehog

The Round Hedgehog always carried a bottle of coke that they sometimes insert somewhere. This could be considered an exciting exercise, to me and my parents, but not to the Hedgehog, who felt it would be magnificent. Strangely, a bottle of coke would be the item chosen.

The Round Hedgehog craved for a melon that they would occasionally break. One might consider this to be an astonishing operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Hedgehog, who had decided that it was in fact, simply life. A melon was the item that was selected.

The Round Hedgehog desperately needed a bag of poop that they sometimes put down their trousers. This seems a surprising idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Hedgehog, who had decided that it was in fact, awe-inspring. A bag of poop would be the thing that was chosen.

The Round Hedgehog always carried a melon that they would embrace. It was an exciting approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Hedgehog, who felt that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a melon was the chosen thing.

The Round Hedgehog carried a sword that they liked to sit and look at. One might find this to be a fairly curious operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Hedgehog, who assumed it would be epic. A sword would be the thing that was selected.

The Round Hedgehog desperately desired a magic 8 ball that they would sleep with. It should have been a fairly unusual thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Hedgehog, who considered that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a magic 8 ball was the chosen thing.