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Have you ever heard the tale about the hedgehog with no spikes, such a sweet little boy who all the other’s didn’t like? A case of alopecia, there was nothing they could do, such a sad little hedgehog who cried and cried, “Boo-Hoo”. But soon the lad grew older, he wanted to look more lush so onto his back he tied himself a little scrubbing brush. His friends, well they just laughed at him and bullied him all the more, until one day, he'd had enough and walked out through the door. For years not much was heard of him, his mother, she did fret for she’d heard about the busy roads and trouble, in which, he could get. But life had turned out fine for him and soon he’d found a place where he could earn a little living and put smiles on many a face. Within the railway station with his brush upon his back, a jumping and a jiggling till the queue would start to clap. People travelled from miles around just to come and watch the show, their trips no longer boring they would leave with faces aglow. But what’s the hedgehog doing to make the people come to see? What makes them laugh and cheer and fills their hearts with so much glee? You've never seen a shoe shine stall with such a special knack, for the owner was a dancing hedgehog with a brush upon his back! * Written by Darren Scanlon, 3rd January 2014 Revised 26th August 2015. Artwork by Angie Caira. © 2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
THE BALLAD OF THE BALD HEDGEHOG
Have you ever heard the tale about the hedgehog with no spikes, such a sweet little boy who all the other’s didn’t like? A case of alopecia, there was nothing they could do, such a sad little hedgehog who cried and cried, “Boo-Hoo”. But soon the lad grew older, he wanted to look more lush so onto his back he tied himself a little scrubbing brush. His friends, well they just laughed at him and bullied him all the more, until one day, he'd had enough and walked out through the door. For years not much was heard of him, his mother, she did fret for she’d heard about the busy roads and trouble, in which, he could get. But life had turned out fine for him and soon he’d found a place where he could earn a little living and put smiles on many a face. Within the railway station with his brush upon his back, a jumping and a jiggling till the queue would start to clap. People travelled from miles around just to come and watch the show, their trips no longer boring they would leave with faces aglow. But what’s the hedgehog doing to make the people come to see? What makes them laugh and cheer and fills their hearts with so much glee? You've never seen a shoe shine stall with such a special knack, for the owner was a dancing hedgehog with a brush upon his back! * Written by Darren Scanlon, 3rd January 2014 Revised 26th August 2015. Artwork by Angie Caira. © 2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
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