hedgepig

Updated: July 25, 2026

This trying position continued for perhaps five minutes. It seemed like five days to the wretched bank-vole. Then the slow temper of the funny old hedgepig smoldered gradually alight. His eyes grew red in the foxy head of him, his snout "worked," and he snuffled and grunted faster and faster. He made up his mind to fight. And the extraordinary combat began.

F. St. Mars - The Way of the Wild