Demise of a covid hedgehog.

Lulled into a false sense of security. Harry headed home to the leafy comforts of a warm nest. For the past few weeks it had been unusually quiet. There was a definite feeling of spring in the air. Harriet his constant companion for many years was following slowly behind.

They had crossed the motorway on numerous occasions with little difficulty. Today should have been no different. Harry made his way to the dew laden grass on the far side. In touching distance of home he turned – waited.

Harriet by then was in the middle of the road. A powerful light blinded him – noise like thunder frightened him – the earth trembled. He was left all alone.

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