I hadn't said anything to him for a while. That poor hedgehog—standing all alone out there—without anybody to interact with.
Hang on; I'm gonna check my watch. Let's see—how long has it been? Five seconds. Great. Just great. I look up from my watch and my eyes catch sight of him.
There he stood, giving me that same, smug look on his face. "You're giving me that look again," I would sometimes say.
"What look?" he would wonder.
In response to his question, I would ask, "Do you think I'm pathetic?"
Quietly, impatiently does the hedgehog glare at me—his red foot tapping against the ground, his giant white hands resting on his hips. He looks at me with that angry stare, waiting for me to make my move.