High-Jinks the Hedgehog nosed a chestnut out of the mulch and bit into it, despite its age and moldy taste, munching it quickly, but careful to leave a piece for his buddy, Skimp the Shrew. The pickings in early spring are sparse. Skimp nodded gratefully at him: a moldy chestnut was better than none.
“The winter was a hard one. Not much forage is left.” Skimp chattered in his high voice, after finished the chestnut. He nosed through the mulch, looking for seeds.
High-Jinks nodded his head and climbed up on a rock to see if he could find any other chestnuts.
When Queen Drythorn of the Sidhe flashed past him, he was grumpy and refused to bow. Unfortunately for him, Queen Drythorn was even grumpier and turned him to stone on the spot. Skimp hid behind the rock and escaped notice. All of the flowers bowed their heads until the Queen swept past, headed for Mermaid Caves. Skimp ran off as soon as the Queen was out of sight.
The flowers whispered to each other. Was Skimp going for help? Would he summon the Mushroom Trolls of Safire Rock? Could the trolls reverse a spell of Queen Drythorn?
“Skimp is headed for his burrow and won’t be out for days,” one flower guessed, sadly.
“No!” asserted another, “He’ll be back!”
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
26 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: Hedgehog High-Jinks”
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Turned him to stone!! 😯 I shall remember that next time I see a garden ornament – perhaps not an ornament – perhaps a Queen strutted passed? 😉
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LOL I know!! Poor guy! I need to finish my novel and find out what happens to him!!
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Delightful tale!
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Thanks!!
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so cute, and you are on a creative bender! i’ve always thought how i would love to have a pet hedgie )
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A creative bender! I love that. My life is one long creative bender in between bouts of exhausted sleeping. LOL I suspect yours is too. LOL Hugs, Brenda
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Ooooooh I love suspense!! Awesome pawsome writing as usual!
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Cindy, Thanks! Love the rhyme!!
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Like possums, they just aren’t pretty. Good story. Hugs, Barbara
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Things with thorns think they can be cranky, but it’s a dangerous world. 😉 Thanks for commenting, as always, Barbara. Warmly, Brenda
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Ooooo, I love this Brenda!! Hedgehogs are my favorites! and you have even included trolls!! 🙂 🙂 So much is happening in my imagination now! Your blog is like a pool of imagination where I can dive in and I always end up finding a new poem to compose! 🙂 Thank you for being so magical Brenda!
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The trolls make my imagination soar, too. 🙂 I’m enjoying writing my new novel. It keeps leaking into my blog in little bits. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by and being supportive!! Hugs, Brenda
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Nice cliffhanger! Cute little tale. I can tell that you had fun writing it. Thank you for sharing it. Peace. ~ Michael
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Thanks, I did! I did leave the poor guy hanging… 🙂
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
HEDGEHOG HIGH-JINKS NOW CLINKS…AGAINST PEBBLES! LOOKS MORE LIKE MOLDED CEMENT!!!! 🙂
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OH NOOOOOOOOO! 🙂
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🙂 LOL
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SO WHERE IS THE BREATH OF ASLAN, THE LION OF JUDAH, WHEN YOU NEED IT? 🙂
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C.S. Lewis is having a nap. 🙂
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GOOD REJOINDER!!!!! 🙂
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Thanks! 🙂
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ORT-ORT-ORT!!!
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And? And? Can the spell be reversed?
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🙂 Answer may be coming down the line… All part of my new novel. 🙂
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Ah!
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LOL
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