The Great Save at Spiky Bottom

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By Angie Bromeland

Geraldine Porcupine sat beneath her shade tree, out of the sunshine.
“This is simply divine,” she said as she crunched and munched on some bark and vines. “What could be better than freshly peeled bark and a paw full of juicy vines? I declare, there is nothing on which I would rather dine.”
Geraldine Porcupine was known in these parts for being rather fancy. The other woodland animals at Spiky Bottom liked to think that if they were to look in the dictionary to define “fancy,” they would see a picture of their friend, Geraldine Porcupine, smiling back at them. But they had learned long ago never to undermine their fancy friend. Indeed, it was just last spring that Geraldine saved them all.
Geraldine Porcupine and her friends, Otto Otter and Merle Squirrel, had been enjoying another fine day at Spiky Bottom, when what should they see but a fox! They knew foxes to be cunning, and this one was no different. He walked straight over to the three friends and introduced himself. He kept trying to get closer, and closer. Geraldine Porcupine sensed that her friends were uncomfortable. Even afraid. And she saw a familiar gleam in the fox’s eye. He was hungry.
The fox was near enough Merle Squirrel that he could have touched his bushy tail. When the fox licked his chops, Geraldine Porcupine was ready. She plucked a sharp spine from her back and poked it right in the fox’s nose. Oh! How he yelped! He hopped and howled and ran away quick as a lick!
“You saved my life,” Merle Squirrel said shakily.
“You are a true hero,” Otto Otter added proudly.
“Old Mr. Fox can go eat a bean—not my best friend,” said Geraldine Porcupine.
And the fox never bothered them again.

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