Take Your Pet To School Night: A Little Hedgehog Story

there's a frog on the ledge outside my window. And I know how this is going to sound,

“but it appears to be trying to get my attention. The frog just knocked on my window.”

Hello. Is there something you? Oh. Well, of course. Yes, come in.

This is amazing. I have a guest that I didn't even have to coordinate schedules with.

Everyone. Please welcome. Sorry. What was your name? Please welcome Oli, the frog. Oli, I do hope you'll excuse the clutter in my studio. I was planning to move all those zebra figurines after lunch tomorrow. Hmm? Oh, yes. Take a seat anywhere. You can just push aside that pile of toothpicks. Oh, is that right? Oli says he has listened to some of my stories from the other side of the window during his work breaks, but they've been a bit muffled. So here he is to hear a story clearly for the first time.

Oh, what kind of work do you do, Oli? Huh? That's funny. He says he's a pet sitter. It's a bit of a coincidence because our story today is about pets. And in fact, as you'll hear Oli, there are quite a few rivets in this story, but there are no, you know what, I shouldn't give that away. You'll just have to listen to the story. Let's hear it. It's called Take Your Pet to School Night. Take it away, Hazel.

“For me, there are no pictures. You have to imagine the pictures in your mind. You can imagine them”

out of everyone. Okay, here we go. Little Hedgehog and BB, her best friend of all time, were in the middle of math class with Ms. Ruta Vega. Now children, if I've collected nine crickets in the wicker basket, given to me by my aunt Iris and my mother puts five of the crickets in a pie. And the other four crickets hop away, but two of them skip out the window before I can grasp them in my clutches. Then how many crickets will

win the intercom crackled to life, drawing everyone's attention, including Ms. Ruta Vega. Uh-oh, that thought, children, up to the speaker in the corner of the classroom ceiling. Attention students and faculty, this is Principal Petri Dish with a truly informative announcement. All this week, low in the dark yo-yo's will be on sale at Barnaby's Yo-Yo Alice. Oh wait a minute. Uh, apologies students and faculty. I seem to have mixed up my clipboards.

I'll be just a moment. The students blinked up at the intercom, little Hedgehog turned to her

best friend, BB. What do you think this is all about? Give me the first idea that comes to mind.

Perhaps a famed author or poet, such as Lawrence O. Tooling Toad, is visiting the school. And will recite one of his award-winning poems, such as my personal favorite. Under every log,

“there is a hopeful toad. There would be so enriching, BB. What's your second guess?”

Perhaps Principal Petri Dish is stepping down from her post in order to sale across the sea. To distant archipelagoes, and she will be replaced by Principal Centipede, who will roam the hallways and classrooms, crawling underfoot in an effort to literally keep students on their toes. Oh, there would be so funny. Okay, BB, what is your third and final guess?

Perhaps, but BB didn't have the chance to share her third idea. So we will never know if

it was correct, because Principal Petri Dish resumed her announcement. Apologies, I have now located the correct clipboard. We are pleased to announce that after a three-year pause, taken due to completely unforeseen incidents that we will not go into here, we will once again

Alone voice, belonging to Garth, a prairie dog who tended to see the puddle half empty, said,

“"I'm not sure why everyone is celebrating." Taking pets to school is obviously a bad idea.”

Think of everything that could go wrong. But the class was too exuberant to hear him. And now, for an original song from Ms. Wendeltooth, your favorite school activities director, Ms. Wendeltooth, a rabbit of unusual size with especially prominent ears and front teeth, was known for her

interesting and different original songs. The children never quite knew what to expect when she

came to the microphone. They stared up at the intercom with questioning expressions.

“Take your pet at to school night. It's usually not allowed. No, no, it's usually not allowed.”

But in this instance, it's take your pet to school night. Yes, take your pet unless it bites to scare, scare, scare, this might go on for a while, so it seems like a good time to break in with a bit of history on take your pet to school night. You'd be forgiven for thinking it was the brainchild of our dear Ms. Wendeltooth. In fact, take your pet to school night was dreamed up by a school principal of yesterday year named Mrs. Glenda Goose Wilder, a small-ish goose with a large-ish

“personality who often came up with thrilling plans for the student body without fully considering”

the consequences. Take for example, roller skate day. Let the good times roll at our upcoming inaugural roller skate day. Wow, that was held precisely once. Then there was the time Mrs. Goose Wilder ran a contest for who could read the most books during the school year, which was laudable, of course, but then, for prizes, she gave out flees, a flee for you, and a flee for you, and you, my dear. You read the most books. You get three flees to take home. Needless to say, the next few days were on the

itchy side. But more than anything else, Mrs. Goose Wilder's truly shining moment in the moonlight was her introduction of take your pet to school night. And amazingly, it went off without a hitch for several years, despite the fact that no rules were put in place. Anything goes, children. That worked for a time, but reality has a way of catching up, and three years ago, it did just that. Let's just say there were some injuries. My tail, that wrap it off my tail. And a few unfortunate

encounters between pets. Fluffy, stop eating that snail. No, snowsen. But the worst incident.

That ultimately put take your pet to school night on ice for several years was the evacuation

of the entire school prompted by a young pig named Filden, letting his pet scorpion out of its tank in the middle of Jim class. Splice friendly, I promise. Unable to face the consequences of her whimsy, Mrs. Goose Wilder ultimately left education entirely to become a professional candlewicked maker. But despite its hazards, take your pet to school night, had become one of the most beloved events of the year. The students clamored for its return the following year. But the new principal,

Windletooth's song, shall we?

“Oh, oh, night! Students will be bringing you more information closer to the big night, including”

a lengthy list of rules and prohibited pets. And as a note, we will be offering hermit crab rentals for those students without pets, or who have pets on the prohibited list. That's all for now, enjoy the rest of your night, and take care. It's windy out there. Miss Rudabega attempted to proceed with her word problem. And now then, recall, we started with nine crickets in my wake of basket, given to me by, but the class was electrified with excitement about take your pet to

school night. I can't wait to bring my ladybug, his name is Gregorio. Wait till you go see my pet.

“He's actually taller than I am. Little hedgehog and BB were similarly distracted from the lesson.”

Little guy's going to be so excited. Little hedgehog said, referring to her darling pet chameleon, time to break out his textito. I just knew there would be an occasion for it. BB was uncharacteristically quiet. Not in a sad way, in a thinking way. Little hedgehog noticed, of course. BB aren't you so excited

to bring your- Oh, wait a second. BB are you thinking what I'm thinking? She was- I do not have a

pet. It was true. BB did not have a pet of her own. It was not for lack of trying. In fact, ever since her mother had given her permission to acquire a pet some months back,

“BB had tried to find the pet of her dreams, but it had yet to materialize, and now she only had”

one week to get the job done. She obviously did not want to have to rent a hermit crab. So the following night, after school let out, the two friends skipped along the trail beneath the moon to find an acceptable pet for BB to bring to take your pet to school night. Little guy tagged along too, snoring peacefully on little hedgehog's shoulder prickles. The wind howled as they skipped along. It had been terribly windy for days. So they were grateful to reach their destination,

which was well protected by a cluster of tall trees. The forest, pet shop. BB had been there now and then to check for potential pets, but none of the options were quite right. Though as the pet shop owner often said, we get new ones in every day. So it didn't hurt to look, but when they neared the well-lit cave of the pet shop, they heard the sound of dozens of frogs, and saw the elder possum who ran the shop, dropping a curtain over the entrance.

Hello ratings. The elder possum shifted the curtain to peek at the small hedgehogs and the chameleon asleep on one of their shoulders. All dear, I'm afraid we're closed, closed, but we're in dire need of a pet. Everyone is my dear. Everyone is, but well, do you hear those sounds coming from my shop? BB would you consider a frog for a pet? Perhaps if all those aren't frogs, well I do have one frog in there. Cavendish, lovely fellow,

delightful shade of swamp water. Little hedgehog and BB exchange shall look,

but the rest have come down with the never ending rivets. The never ending rivets? At this,

little guys startled awake and fixed one large eye on the possum? What are the never-ending rivets? BB asked? Oh, they're terrible. Not truly never ending, of course, but the condition lasts for weeks? Months? I heard of a mouse who had the rivets for three years. Three years?

every line of every song. How did the animals acquire the never-ending rivets? By being elbowed by

a frog, of course. That's usually how it starts. Then it just keeps spreading from there. Wow, I didn't even know frogs had elbows. It's a pity. And it's why I must close the shop. They've all got it. All 37 of them. I can only hope my business will serve. A little hedgehog and BB's eyes went wide and the elder possum's face turned ashan. Oh, no. Oh, dear, BB. Children, I must go.

Ribbit? Take care, children. I'll be fine. I'll see you in a few months. And with that,

the elder possum. Let the curtain fall. The next several nights were fruitless. The one time BB thought she might have found a contender. Things did not go as expected. An adorable looking insect was carried on the blustery wind into her dimly lit bro and followed her around as she readied for school one evening. She decided to interview it for a pet position. Would you be open to serving as a loyal companion? Sure. We would have to spend a lot of time together.

Perfect. It would benefit me greatly to spend time with you. What kind of food do you require?

“Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that. This is not required only preferred. Would you be”

able to serve as a protector of the borough? I think it drives an innermost away. Interesting. But as BB ate her breakfast, the insect landed on her paw and just after it was too late, she discovered that the adorable insect was in fact a mosquito. We need to get better lighting in here. At school, the following evening, little hedgehog and BB were in the middle of math class. Now children. Let's say a frog named Mr. Pickleton has baked 17 grasshoppers into a pie.

A crow swoop down and a plucks three and a half grasshoppers from the pie. Mr. Pickleton's sister shows up unannounced and adds a dollop of mud cream on top of the pie. If Mr. Pickleton cuts

“the pie into seven equal slices, how many when the intercom once again crackled to life?”

Attention students and faculty. It is I, principal Petri Dish. With some important reminders regarding our upcoming take your pet to school night to be held at the end of the week.

I can't wait. And neither can my pet into a friend. First, I'd like to review the rules

that will ensure this is an enriching non-life threatening event for all involved. Rule number one, all pets must be fed a large meal at home prior to attending the evening's festivities. Rule number two, all pets must have taken a bath within the last six months in order to enter the school building. How am I supposed to give my fish a bath? Rule number three. BB, a beautiful student that she was, had already studied the rules for take your pet to school night.

So as principal Petri Dish went on, she turned to little hedgehog with her own important update.

“Little hedgehog, I believe I may have found the perfect pet. What? Tell me immediately. Here.”

Take a look. BB reached into her vest pocket. BB, you mean to tell me you've had a pet in your pocket this whole time? Is it a Japanese garden beetle? BB, smiled. Unfortunately, no. Although, they are quite destructive, so I suppose I should say. Fortunately, no. BB withdrew a newspaper

read it. Her eyes widening with every word, delightful hummingbird available for adoption. She

“loves to purge for nanoseconds at a time. Excellent at hovering. Though takes care not to read over”

her shelter, adoption fee, one pouch of walnuts, tried cranberries also accepted. Location, big tree by the river. Oh, BB, I can just imagine you were the darling little hummingbird. I will name her Humbulina. My mother warned me that with classified ads such as this one,

it is common for creatures to swoop in at the last second to beat one to the punch. The

let's go right after school. We have to be the first indubitably. Later, when the school bell rang, the two friends bolted from their seats and scampered out of the building into the moonlight,

“they ran breathless, collecting walnuts and a pouches they went to the big tree by the river.”

Beneath the tree, a whimsical looking raccoon sat with a large book open on her lap and a charming hummingbird circling her head. BB, that's Humbulina. She is within our sights. The hedgehogs

ran as fast as their little legs could carry them, which was, well, to be honest. It was not that

fast. It did not help that the wind was blowing against them as they ran. Still, they made it there in due course. The raccoon looked up, smiling as they neared. The hummingbird seemed to brighten as well. When she was just feet away, BB outstretched her paw with the pouch of recently collected walnuts and, and, a flying squirrel swooped down in a blur, snatched the hummingbird, dropped a pouch of dried cranberries and the raccoon's head, and sailed away into the night.

Oh, the raccoon said, grasping the pouch. So sorry. Guess he beat you to the punch.

Well, BB, little hedgehogs said, catching her breath. Your mom was right. She always is.

The following night, little hedgehogs spent several hours working with little guy, unlearning new tricks to perform at take your pet to school night. Okay, little guy. Now, I want you to tie your bow tie. You have 23 seconds. On your mark, get set, go. Me and time, BB resorted to trying to capture a pet. Unfortunately, the forest winds had only gotten worse, which made things difficult. Each time she got close to netting a ladybug, for instance,

it was carried away in the breeze. Now might be a good time to drop in with a brief message about pet capture. Firstly, do not try it at home. Among people, pet capture is a touchy subject,

“and should never be attempted without a permission slip. Secondly, you must understand”

that pet capture is extraordinarily commonplace among hedgehogs. In fact, BB's aunt Wilma famously lassoed a poison dart frog and kept it as a pet for three long years, during which she tamed it and trained it to enjoy tea parties without approaching anyone. Hedgehogs often capture crickets and men make quick decisions as to whether to keep them as companions and outfit them with little jackets and top hats or to bake them into muffins. It's a tough call,

but someone has to do it. Anyway, hedgehogs capture pets. It's totally normal and makes complete sense if you think about it for even 20 seconds. But we don't have 20 seconds for you to think about it because we have to get back to the story. Near dawn, BB reluctantly gave up her pet capture efforts after an aunt scurried out of her clutches. I mean pause. Pickle bear, I do apologize, but I do not wish to be a companion. And she resigned herself to the fact that tomorrow evening,

she would be renting a hermit crab from the cart. She fell asleep inside her burrow and had

things and set off on the trail toward school beneath the moon. Meanwhile, little hedgehog helped

“little guy into his tuxedo and placed him on her shoulder prickles. Little guy, this is going to be so”

fine. Yay. But instead of saying yay, little guy said, "Repeat." The night was exceptionally windy

and BB had to brace herself as she slowly made her way forward. She finally made it to the fork in

the trail where she and little hedgehog often met. And as she stood waiting for her friend, something small and papery crashed into her face. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm having such trouble hovering in this wind." BB could hardly believe her eyes. She held up a paw as an offering to the small creature and it immediately flew into it. BB put up her other paw to shield the animal from the wind. There, in her paws, was a delightful hummingbird. "Moth?" Indeed. It was a beautiful, colorful,

hummingbird. "Moth." Yes. My name is Motha. "Motha?" "Come and mistake." "Motha." Okay.

"I'm so sorry I flew into your face. This wind has been just awful. It's been going on for days. I need a break from it to get my bearings." "A break?" Just for a few hours. If only I could go inside somewhere, somewhere warm and windless. Perhaps somewhere bursting with laughter and

“good cheer. I think I know just the place. When our favorite hedgehogs finally made it”

to take your pet to school night, little hedgehog might have had to rent a hermit crab. Look, BB, his name is Mr. Crab Apple. Isn't that the perfect news for a job for hermit crab? I believe it is. And BB might have only had a temporary pet for the evening. "I enjoy your company greatly, but I am not fit to be a pet. I am a wander at heart you see." But it was just as exciting as they hoped it would be. There was a student pet look alike contest with participants, including a

chinchilla with her pet mouse, a turtle with his pet snail, a pig and her pet naked mole rat,

“and a sloth and his pet moss. No surprise, the sloth and the moss won.”

There were prizes such as for best web development. That went to a spider named Quincy, best power lifter. That went to an ant named Quincy, who lifted a paperclip more than 18 times his own weight, and best poet. That of course went to a worm by the name of Rosalind. A fire warms the night. A bird takes flight. A giraffe eats. There was a bit of a scare. When a worm bat by the name of Robert opened his pet's cage and as it slithered out,

students feared it was on the prohibited pet's list. "Is that a snake?" But it was only a blue tongue to skink. So, totally fine. "His name's Heinrich." Everything went off without a hitch. Until, during lunch, little hedgehog and BB's classmate, a rabbit named Glenn, told them about his pet cricket. "I just got him from the forest pet job last week. Check this out. He can ride a unicycle." Wow, impressive. The cricket wheeled around

the surface of the lunch table, did a few figureates, then leapt off his unicycle, spun in a circle, waded for a pause, and said, "Maybe a little hedgehog and BB exchange a significant look."

"That's weird. I've never heard him say rabbit before." More rabbits echoed from different spots

around the lunch room, slowly building until it sounded as if the cafeteria was filled with a

pet to school night, would possibly be put on ice for another few years. So, they enjoyed it,

“while they could. It was a very memorable night. So, Ollie, what did you think of the story?”

Uh-huh. Oh, I see. Ollie is apparently displeased about several things. For one thing,

he says he has pet-sit many crickets, and they are notoriously bad at riding

“unicycles. Also, he was disappointed that Cavendish, the only frog mentioned in the story,”

had no lines. Okay. He might have said a rabbit or two. Seems like Ollie might want to go back to listening to the stories through the window, so that he won't actually hear them. But they thank you for coming. Little stories for tiny people is written, performed, and produced by me, reappector. My in-house tech director, Peter K, runs my website and puts my stories on the internet for all of you to enjoy. Thank you to my little stories, premium subscribers for supporting the show.

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