“Phew, that was a struggle,” the hedgehog said to himself as he wiped his brow. “Now, where do I go from here?” He couldn’t see where he was, it was so dark.
Suddenly, the little hedgehog heard a terrible jingly jangly sound and the door of the letter box opened.
Standing by the opening was a great big man wearing a uniform. He was a postman and he didn’t see the little hedgehog, hidden among the letters.
Bending down, the postman scooped up all the letters in his large hands and pushed them into a big grey sack. The little hedgehog didn’t like it in the sack either. In fact, it was far worse than being in the letter box. The sack was thrown into the post office van and the postman drove off.
Bumperty bumperty bump. The big van sped along the road to the sorting depot.
As soon as they arrived, the postman tipped the sack upside down and out shot the frightened little hedgehog, who was fed up with the rough treatment. He had to try to escape, somehow.
Hedgehog scurried away as quickly as he could and hid in a box that was lying on its side. Luckily no-one saw him and he stayed hidden until a cleaning lady found him.
At first, Mrs Tidy thought the box was empty. Then she saw him and smiled.
“Well. You’re a nice little fellow,” Mrs Tidy said. “Are you lost? Never mind, I’ll put you in the lost property box, someone might claim you.”
The lost property box was very large and had lots of things in it. There were umbrellas, gloves, coats and books but there were no other hedgehogs.
The poor, frightened little hedgehog stayed in the lost property box for months and months. He was very lonely.
One day, hedgehog was curled up, asleep in an old coat when he was awoken by Mrs Tidy’s voice.
“Hello, little hedgehog, are you still here? I’ve brought you a friend.”
Hedgehog was excited!
Very gently, Mrs Tidy placed a little girl hedgehog in the lost property box. Hedgehog looked at her shyly. She was a very pretty hedgehog, with long eyelashes and a beautiful white dress.
“Hello, my name is Hannah, what’s yours?” asked the little girl hedgehog.
“I haven’t got a real name,” he replied. “People just call me Hedgehog.”
“Well, I will call you Harry,” said Hannah.
Harry and Hannah became good friends and lived in the lost property box at the post office for several weeks until one day a very big man peered into the box and grabbed Hannah with a very big hand. By the side of the man was a little girl. Her eyes lit up when she saw the two tiny hedgehog toys.
“Is this your hedgehog, Chloe?” Asked the man.
“Yes but who does the boy hedgehog belong to?” Said Chloe.
“I don’t think he belongs to anyone,” the big man said. “Why don’t you take him home with you, too?”
“Oh, can I? I’ll take good care of them both.”
The big man lifted Harry out of the box and handed him to Chloe who held both toys closely to her chest.
“Thank you Mr Postman, I promise they will never get lost again.”
When Chloe went to bed, that night, she snuggled up with the two happy little hedgehogs and they knew they would never be frightened again.
Peta Searle was my Mum. She wrote lots of bedtime stories for her five grandchildren and now her great grandchildren listen to and read those same stories. She would be thrilled to know that a new generation enjoys them.