A nice young lad, with a plump form, glazed over eyes, and one hell of a hairdo, Harold is the first hedgehog I’ve ever seen (other than sonic by way of sega). So, it should come as no surprise that I had no idea what Harold was when I found him.
Charged with the mission to excavate a 10 foot by 4 foot area full of weeds and plants, we set to work cutting plants with large shears and putting spade deep into earth. After most of the brush had been cleared, I delved much further into the root-ridden ground, hoping to pull out a big one. And as I made my way to the corner I noticed a pile of leaves with a spiny ball shaped object peaking through. Unsure of what it was, I poke and prided, until I was thoroughly confused (after I thought I saw it breathe and heard it rumble a deep snore). So, I shared my discovery with the rest of the gang, and together we rolled out the ball object to further inspect. For about 10 minutes, we had no idea what it was – a ball, some flora, possibly a hedgehog? No one knew…until we poked some more and out popped little harold’s head – but just a little. So we tried to move our new, sleepy headed friend away from our pile of dirt into a new pile of leaves, but he wasn’t having it – as he decided to run around and make his was to corner number two. Eventually, we did manage to give Harold a lift on the spade – at which point he promptly ran off into a – well – hedge.
We all felt touched by little Harold and we hope to see him on his evening walks (apparently Harold is an old friend of solgarden's and last summer he took walks with another hedgehog on the sidewalk).
After we met Harold, nothing else mattered.
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