““Thank goodness,” she said. “I was worried—” A second hedgehog came out of the brambles after it. Rhea blinked. “You brought a friend . . . ?” And then a third hedgehog emerged, and a fourth, and before she knew it, there were a dozen, and then twenty and thirty, and the whole clearing was full of tiny, fist-sized animals with prickly backs and blinking black-bead eyes. “Oh . . . ,” said Rhea, because she could think of nothing else to say. The first hedgehog—her hedgehog—patted her ankle.””
