*Hedgehogs hate the cold and hibernate in the winter. This book also perfectly explains why socks are constantly missing their matching pair. And when she does, the most wonderful thing occurs a thing that gives birth to fairies and makes old grumpy miser men smile in delight.a hedgehug. (She also probably see the potential for becoming rich by selling socks to other hedgehogs to fulfill their hugging needs, but that's neither here nor there.) Hattie knows she's got to find herself a sock. He looks about as silly and adorable as a hedgehog in a sock wouldīut Hattie doesn't mind.
One day, Horace finds a sock and wiggles into it. They try covering their quills with anything they find, from strawberries and snow*, to leaves and hollow logs, but darn it all, nothing works. Their poky quills make hugs troublesome and really just plain impossible.
Hattie and Horace are the best of hedgehog friends, and do everything together, but they desperately wish to hug each other. This is so adorable!! I squealed in delight when I saw it in the bookstore, hastily grabbed it on the shelf, and gleefully marveled at every hedgehog-filled page.
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