"She was running, running, running up the hill - and where was her white frilled cap? and her shawl? and her gown-and her petticoat?
"And how small she had grown- and how brown - and covered with prickles!
Why! Mrs. Tiggy-winkle was nothing but a HEDGEHOG!
We adore this story by Beatrix Potter, so in her honor we drew hedgehogs. I love the prickles on Charlotte's little critter.
There are days I too feel all prickly, just as I can I imagine a hedgehog would be, but today was not such a day. Sigh.
Friday, February 6, 2009
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