He Aint Prickly Hes My Brother

He ain’t prickly, he’s my brother I said. Full of quills though, right? Asked my neighbor Fred Not awful, tolerable actually, cushy even, This was thrown in by my best friend Steven. You mean you ride on his back? A little one queried. Yes I said, and I am not one bit worried. He is young, so his quills are not intolerable yet. I am not fearful at all, for these things I don’t fret.