The porcupine sat alone on the hill, watching the sunset. It was what he did every day. One clear evening, he heard the stomping of a predator in the woods the lined the hill. He bristled his quills in fear, prepared to ward off any coming ambush.
This time, instead of a bear or the mangy wolves, it was a girl in a beautiful dress. He relaxed instantly. Though humans didn’t often stop by, he knew they were harmless (if a bit eccentric). She pushed her way out of the brush and smiled at him, pausing only to free herself from a snagging branch. “Hello there mister porcupine! I saw you from our house again, so I wanted to see what you were always looking at all alone.”