A Hurried Post

The holidays are May Day, Loyalty Day, Mother Goose Day, Save the Rhino Day, and Space Day. The word of the day is panglossian, meaning ‘overly optimistic.’ The number of the day is ninety-three.

Wallie is beginning a color of the day thing. Today’s color is green. Tomorrow will be a shade of orange, to be decided by him.

I can write no more because I have to finish a school assignment. I must write a fifteen page children’s story. I am writing one on a hedgehog named Barnaby and I am posting it below to make up for my super short post. The separations signify a change in the page in the actual book.

Barnaby The Hedgehog’s Garden Adventure

One ordinary afternoon in Spring, a young hedgehog decided it would be fun to explore the garden. His family lived in it under a nice, shady bush.

“Mother, Father, may I please poke around in the garden?” he asked his parents hopefully.

“Go ahead, Barnaby,” his mother replied. “Be back in time for lunch.”

“Do not go near the children of the house, though,” his father warned him. “Those human kids are not very gentle with us hedgehogs, and one of you could get hurt.”

Barnaby squealed happily and hurried away. In his rush to be off, he did not hear his father’s warning.

“Where should I go first?” Barnaby wondered. He noticed a big puddle of water and decided it was the perfect place to begin.

Barnaby scurried over to the puddle, which looked more like a small pond now that he was right in front of it. “This is nice,” he said aloud.

“Thank you,” said a quiet voice. Barnaby looked to his left and his right to see where the voice was coming from. Then he looked down, where a small, bright green frog was situated.

“Oh, is this your pond?” Barnaby asked. “I am sorry to bother you. I just thought it was pretty.”

“Yes, it is mine, but that is perfectly alright. I do not mind visitors. I am called Chirp, by the way.”

Barnaby smiled. “Well, Chirp, your pond looks lovely. My name is Barnaby. Oh yeah,” he continued. “I am going on an adventure through the garden. Would you like to join me?”

“I would love to,” responded Chirp. “I have never been through the whole garden before.”

“Then let us be on our way,” Barnaby said.

“Good idea,” said Chirp.

Barnaby and Chirp walked and hopped on through the garden, past the pond and on their way to someplace else. “So, where do you think we-,” Barnaby began stopping to stare at something in the distance.

“What is it?” asked Chirp, concerned.

“Wh-wh-what are those?” he stuttered, pointing somewhere.

“You mean the flowers?” asked Chirp. “You have never seen flowers before?”

“I do not think so,” Barnaby answered. “I think I would have remembered something that pretty.”

“We could go over and see them,” suggested Chirp. “But we have to be careful of the human children; they are often near the flowers, and they like to play with animals. They are not always careful and someone could get hurt.”

However, Barnaby had already raced to the flowers. He did not hear Chirp’s warning, the same one he missed his father telling him.

“Wow, these are spectacular!” Barnaby exclaimed, looking at the beautiful flowers in front of him.

And they smell great! Did you smell them yet?” asked Chirp.

“What do they smell like?” Barnaby asked.

“See for yourself!” replied Chirp.

Taking Chirp’s advice, Barnaby took a huge whiff of the nearest flower. He was about to tell Chirp that she had been right when a voice interrupted his thoughts.


“Who are you?” the voice asked.

“Who said that?” asked Barnaby in return.

“Hey, I asked you first!” insisted the voice.

“You are right,” Barnaby agreed. “My name is Barnaby, and this is my new friend Chirp.” He pointed to Chirp, who waved one of her four legs in the air.

“Nice to meet you,” the voice said back. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“We are going on an adventure through the garden,” piped Chirp.

“That sounds like fun,” replied the voice.

“Would you like to come with us?” Barnaby asked.

“Sure,” responded the voice.

The voice turned out to be a little bumblebee named Eliza. She liked flowers even more than Barnaby and Chirp did, and had never left her honeycomb or the flowers right next to it. Because of this, Eliza was very excited for the garden adventure.

“So, where are we going next?” asked Chirp.

“I have no idea,” Barnaby admitted. “I guess we should just walk along and see if anything looks neat.”

“Yeah,” agreed Eliza.

“Sounds good to me,” Chirp replied.

The trio wandered throughout the garden in search of somewhere else to go. Barnaby noticed a tall thing made of wood. On it, there were two huge tan tree trunks and two big things attached to the bottom of the trunks. “These look cool,” he said. Barnaby moved in for a closer look, wondering what they were.

“Watch out!” called out Eliza, realizing where he was headed. Barnaby was fascinated by the mysterious trunks and did not listen to Eliza.

“Oh no! Come back, Barnaby!” yelled Chirp, worried.

“Stay away from the hu-hu-humans-,” Eliza trailed off, fainting from fear.

Chirp tried to help by waving her two front legs back and forth in front of Eliza’s face like a fan. “Barnaby, come back! Help me with Eliza!” Chirp cried weakly, fainting from worry.

Barnaby, still moving towards the trunks, did not pay any attention.

Barnaby finally reached the trunks. What he did not know is that they were actually legs, attached to a very curious human child with a habit of touching everything. The big wooden thing was actually a bench, upon which the kid was sitting.

The curious child looked down and noticed a small hedgehog at her feet. “Hello,” she said to Barnaby. He was too scared to reply.

The kid reached down to pick up Barnaby and he just stood there, frozen in fear. He rolled into a little ball, hoping the child would not notice him if he did so.

Just as the kid was about to reach him, Barnaby was swiftly pushed out of the way by something alive, warm, and very familiar…

It was his mother!

“Honey, are you alright?” she asked Barnaby quickly. He nodded his head. “Thank goodness!” said his mother with a sigh of relief.

“What about my friends, Chirp and Eliza?” Barnaby asked worriedly.

“They are fine as well,” said Barnaby’s mother. “Your father is bringing them back to their homes right now. But Barnaby,” she added. “Why did you not listen to your father’s warning about human children?”

“What warning?” asked Barnaby, confused.

“You mean you were not listening when we warned you to stay away from human kids?” his mother asked angrily.

“I guess not,” said Barnaby guiltily.

“Barnaby, you should have known better,” his mother scolded. “When somebody tells you something, you need to listen to them. In this case, you could have been hurt or even worse, not to mention the fact that that child was almost poked with one of your spines.”

“I am really sorry,” said Barnaby sadly. “I really should listen better to people. Sometimes I just get caught up in things and forget about that.”

“Yes, you do,” his mother agreed. “From now on, you need to make sure to do that. You also need to stay a bit closer to home from now on. The human world is a dangerous place, and you can get easily lost in this side of the garden.”

“I will,” said Barnaby. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“You are welcome, my little hedgehog,” Barnaby’s mother replied. “And now,” she continued. “It is time for lunch.”


Good night, everybody. Sweet dreams.

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4 Responses to “A Hurried Post”

  1. Jesse Oneil Says:

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  2. supposedly Says:

    To be honest, I am not sure what your comment means. Thanks for taking the time to type it out, anyway.

  3. Jarrett Elliott Says:

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  4. supposedly Says:

    Okay, yet another one of these mysterious posts- would somebody mind explaining the story behind this group of words?

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