Harry the Hedgehog’s Hidden Hideaway
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Harry the hedgehog loved exploring the forest. One morning, while sniffing around a pile of leaves, he found a tiny hollow under a tree root.
“This,” Harry whispered, “is my very own secret hideaway!”
It was snug, shady, and just big enough for a hedgehog to curl up inside. Harry grinned. “I’m going to use it to keep my most important things safe.”
The Silly Collection
Every day, Harry waddled back to his hideaway with something new. He stuffed it with shiny pebbles, funny-shaped twigs, feathers that tickled his nose, and even a snail shell that squeaked when rolled.
“This is perfect!” Harry giggled. “The best treasure cave ever.”
But Harry didn’t realize his spiky bottom stuck out whenever he went inside. A curious squirrel spotted him one afternoon and decided to investigate.
The Big Discovery
Squirrel peeked into the hollow. “Harry! What’s all this?”
Before Harry could answer, more friends arrived—Rabbits, Owls, and even a sleepy Tortoise. Soon, everyone crowded around, gasping at the pile of funny treasures.
“Harry, you’ve made a forest museum!” Rabbit squeaked.
Harry blushed. “It was just my secret collection.”
Owl chuckled. “It’s too wonderful to keep secret. Look how happy everyone is!”
From Secret to Shared
The next day, Harry invited all his friends to bring something to the hideaway. Rabbits added colorful flowers, Squirrel donated acorns, and Owl found a shiny button from the picnic area.
Soon, the little hollow became the forest’s funniest, coziest clubhouse. Everyone laughed, shared stories, and admired their odd treasures.
Harry beamed. “My hideaway isn’t just mine anymore, it’s ours!”
From then on, whenever forest friends wanted fun or comfort, they knew exactly where to go: Harry’s hidden hideaway, the happiest secret spot in the woods.
The End !
