A groundhog and a hedgehog met, determined both to wed. And in all aspects they did suit, except when time for bed.
Hedgehog’s bristles were too sharp for groundhog’s tender skin. So though they wanted much to hug, they couldn’t quite begin.
They spent their days in happy hours, sharing all they could. Laughing times or quiet walks, just strolling through the wood.
Come evening, they rubbed noses and stroked each other’s furs and learned to live quite happily in beds marked “His” and “Hers”.