At the end of every year as the hours go by slowly the little hedgehog in his hutch scratched its itchy feet, polished his tiny dotlike little nose and sorted out his warriorfur to approach the oncoming year brushed and prepared for the things to come.
And things would come this it knew very well. Sniffing carefully it approached the connection between the years that small tunnel everyone has to pass to time warp into the next possibility to cros the seasons onece more. As ever hedgehogly it approached the small bridge of time in tiny careful steps wondering about it's life in armor it glanced bits and pieces of others animals hurrying, creeping, fleeing and flying towards the same narrow pathway.
Being a hedgehog has it's advances everybody respects your space in fear of the itching stitches getting to close leaves others, so a hedgehog usually crosses the tunnel all by itself or it waddles behind a group it considers well sniffed through fellow creatures to secure the back. At times passing the gap in a ball rolled tight spikes out against every aproaching thing happens, too if a hedgehog stumbles or is poked one time to many.
Will it be a good time for hedgehogs this time? The little hedgehog blinked once twice into the bright flickers on the horizon that allowed a glimpse at things to come and sighed sometimes in pleasure sometimes bugged. Understanding dawned every time why god gave it a hedgehogskin to wrap an elven princeling in.
And yet... another year... another season
Sometimes it is good weather for hedgehogs.
Mild climate this winter no need to roll up and sleep. Slowly trudging to the mud the little hedgehog looked down at his newly stained carefully cleaned feet of things tread on all through the year and sighed. It always was the only animal that left footsteps in the tunnel, whether it was because of it's halfsleepy state of mind or well all hedgehogs and everyone related to hedgehogs just knows it's not the hedgehog loving the mud it's the mud loving the hedgehog. It just loves to stick to its tiny little paws filling up the space between causing the little thing to dance around a little to get rid of it and then.......
small yelps and shrieks heard
paws out correct movement
Another year has passed. Gancing back the hedgehog realizes once more it left muddy stains in the tunnel. It never saw its pawmarks left in the tunnel even though there must be quite the pattern made by all the hedgehogs that ever crossed the gap. A pity to never see them clearly... well the hedgehog snickered they looked quite pretty by themselves, too. Snickering the hedgehog continued to pursue to follow its star while a fat bunny with a muddy pawstain on its chops and bum disappeared into the corn.