First of all, may I say, I feel very privileged to 'ave been allowed to 'ave me say on this blog and I promise not to keep ya too long.Me name's Bill. Bin livin' in this garden a while now and it's been great. Plenty of places to hide during the day, lots of nice juicy slugs, loved it. Until, that is, a new neighbour moved in.
Nah, don't get me wrong, I'm happy enough to live alongside any creature and I can defend meself against the best of 'em, but come on, give us a break. Every time I go out at night he's there, big, black and ugly. He sticks his nose in me face without so much as an excuse me. So I end up 'aving to waste valuable eating time curled up in a ball. It's just not fair. Don't I have the right to forage in peace?
So, we're having a protest, the family and me, down the park at twelve o'clock. Bring your placards and join in. If you believe in rights for hedgehogs, please come along and support us.
See ya there.
Yours most humbly.
Bill
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I always wondered where you and your family moved to when you left my garden because of a new neighbour, Bill!
Well, we came into a bit of money, see, and there was this place down the road. It was the missus really. I would've stayed.
Anyway, nice to be in touch again.
Bill
Hi Bill
Your brother lives next door. He left half his prickles in next door's dog's nose once. Did she howl!
Bill, you're doing just right sticking up for your rights. Just be careful you don't become too prickly about it though.
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