Hedgehog Mcgee

Down in the grassy meadow in the stump of an ancient, dead tree, surrounded by clandestine hedgerows, lived the indolent Mrs. Molly McGee. A prickly sort of gal, she was, with a long, cold, pointy snout. She rocked all day in her rocker, and sniffed everyone out. So beady, small, and blackened her wily eyes fool most anyone, but only she knew her secret news: Her eyesight was all done! Covered in sharp quills from her head to her rump, she displayed such a thorny demeanor Under the solitary crescent moon, she sighed, "I guess I could always be meaner."