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Updated: May 27, 2025
Everybody knew that Paddy the Beaver was laying up a supply of food for the winter, and everybody thought it was queer food. That is, everybody but Prickly Porky the Porcupine thought so. Prickly Porky likes the same kind of food, but he never lays up a supply. He just goes out and gets it when he wants it, winter or summer. What kind of food was it? Why, bark, to be sure.
Porky did not dare to stir, however, and lay thinking out his next move. He felt that for a little while he was safe. His one concern was for his brother, who had been watching over the greenhouses on the other side of the race-track. It occurred to him that Beany would be waiting for him there. He decided that for a while at least he would not report the affair to Colonel Bright.
I can think better when I'm lookin I at things. "Me too," said Porky. They drifted over to the bandstand where the crowd was thickest and the noise loudest and, wriggling through the press, approached an ice cream stand. To reach the counter, Porky stooped and jammed his thin figure between two men. They paid no attention to him. "Where is the Wolf?" asked one.
"I'm very tired and would like to go inside my house; had you just as soon move?" asked Granny Fox. "Oh!" exclaimed Prickly Porky, "is this your house? I thought you lived over on the Green Meadows." "I did, but I've moved. Please let me in," replied Granny Fox. "Certainly, certainly. Don't mind me, Granny Fox.
"Why don't you look where you are going," grunted Prickly Porky. Plainly he was rather peevish. "It wouldn't be my fault if you had a few of my little spears sticking in you this very minute, and it would serve you right." He waddled along a few steps, then began talking again. "I don't see why Old Mother Nature sent for me this morning," he grumbled. "I hate a long walk."
He is very clever and, like his cousin, Glutton the Wolverine, makes no end of trouble for trappers by stealing the baits from their traps. "You all remember how frightened Prickly Porky was when I merely mentioned Pekan the Fisher. It was because Pekan is almost the only one Prickly Porky has reason to fear. If Pekan is hungry he doesn't hesitate to dine on Porcupine.
For a long time they stared at the door through which he had disappeared. "It's him!" said Beany at last. "He drove the car when the other man shot at the Colonel." "Yes, it's him," repeated Porky. "His ears ain't mates." "I know," said Beany. "What we goin' to do?" "Keep still and say nuthin'. If you ain't eleven foot tall, nobody believes you. I found that out.
Prickly Porky the Porcupine came down from a tall poplar-tree and slowly stretched himself. He was tired of eating. He was tired of swinging in the tree-top. "I believe I'll have a sun-bath," said Prickly Porky, and lazily walked toward the edge of the Green Forest in search of a place where the sun lay warm and bright. Now Prickly Porky's stomach was very, very full.
You see, it was plain that he was in a great hurry, yet every movement was slow and clumsy. "Well, Prickly Porky, what does this mean? Where are you going?" demanded Old Mother Nature. Prickly Porky turned his dull-looking eyes towards her, and in them was a troubled, worried look. "Where's Pekan the Fisher?" he asked, and his voice shook a little with something very much like fear.
Every one had thought this the best joke ever, for, of course, they all knew that Reddy Fox and Shadow the Weasel could not get out past the thousand little spears hidden in the long coat of Prickly Porky. Prickly Porky settled himself very comfortably and began to tell stories about his home, way up in the North Woods.
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