May 18, 2012

May 18, 2012

On his way home from work, my host dad saved a hedgehog (named Luke) from some mean boys. My host mom had to physically restrain my four-year-old brother, Zeccharia, from picking him up.

When Luke remained frozen in terror on the ground outside our house, my dad took me up on the suggestion of releasing him in a nearby field. On the way over there, Luke gave all appearances of dropping dead.

My host mom, gasping: “Oh! Poor thing!”
My host cousin: “He’s dead! Don’t tell Zeccharia.”
My host dad, to Zeccharia: “He’s dead.”

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