Alice thought she had never seen such a curious croquet-ground in herlife: it was all ridges and furrows: the croquet balls were livehedgehogs, and the mallets live flamingoes, and the soldiers had todouble themselves up and stand on their hands and feet, to make thearches. Baby Hedg, originally uploaded by bluelunarrose.
The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing herflamingo: she succeeded in getting its body tucked away comfortablyenough under her arm, with its legs hanging down, but generally, justas she had got its neck nicely straightened out, and was going to givethe hedgehog a blow with its head, it would twist itself round andlook up in her face, with such a puzzled expression that she could nothelp bursting out laughing…
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…and, when she had got its head down, andwas going to begin again, it was very provoking to find that thehedgehog had unrolled itself, and was in the act of crawling away:besides all this, there was generally a ridge or a furrow in the waywherever she wanted to send the hedgehog to, and, as the doubled-upsoldiers were always getting up and walking off to other parts of theground, Alice soon came to the conclusion that it was a very difficultgame indeed.
This is the story of the dog and the, oh, I dunno, how about a hedgehog? Sure, why not? Okay, so the dog, who was a prideful, covetous thing, was carrying his bone when he came across the crafty hedgehog. "My bone is so much bigger and juicier than yours," boasted the hedgehog. "Then I will take it from you," said the dog.
And so the dog chased away the hedgehog and took his bone. But that’s just what the wily hedgehog wanted him to do, for he knew that the dog’s bone was much bigger. Quick as a wink, he grabbed the dog’s bone, but it was too heavy and he couldn’t lift it.
"You tricked me!" said the dog. "Just for that, I’m taking BOTH bones!" But try as he might, the dog could not fit both bones into his mouth. So he just took his original bone and went away.
Moral of the story: Beats me. I’ll be at the pub.
Sometimes the magic happens, Letty F., and sometimes it don’t.
I don’t know what’s more redonk—the voices of these ladies watching "Shming" the hedgehog float around in the tub, or Shming himself, who’s acting like he’s on friggin’ Waikiki beach after three Mai Tais.
I watched ALL six minutes AND thirty seconds of this buoyant heaven, Sender-Inner Allison M.!
“Get to your places!” shouted the Queen in a voice of thunder, and people began running about in all directions, tumbling up against each other. The Dude thought he had never seen such a curious bowling alley in his life; it was all ridges and furrows; the balls were live hedgehogs, the pins mere inches tall, and the soldiers had to lie on their backs and puff air in a continuous stream, to make the hand-dryers.
The White Rabbit rolled first, failing to convert a seven-ten split. “Your toe was over the line!” bellowed the Queen, as she pulled a Walther P99 semi-automatic from her bowling bag. “You’re entering a world of pain! OFF WITH HIS HEAD!”
Everyone knows hedgehogs are prone to tubaholism. They can’t help it. They get their little moist nosicles wedged into a toilet paper tube and they CAN’T STOP.
This one’s a goner.
Quentin and Jessica D., you should reallygetsomehelp. Just sayin’.
My mouth was just ajar for 5 minutos. Is this REALLY what Hedgersons look like when they try to kronsche something!? OMG, it’s so great. seriously, PRESS PLAY!
Um, Tina, ‘Cute Hedge Action’ is RIGHT! Really unbelievable.
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