Writer Russell
I walked around Downtown City. I stayed at the pet shop until all their owners came and picked them up. So it was dark out.
I zipped up my jacket. "Almost there," I said as I saw my apartment. Right before I got to the apartment building, I heard a russell down an alleyway.
I stopped in my tracks. Being as curios as cat, I walked down it. I found the box where the russelling came from. I lifted the box and gasped. There, shaking and sneezing, sat a helpless little hedgehog. He looked just like Russell.
"Hey little guy," I said. He looked up at me. "P-Please h-help m-m-me," he whined. I slowly picked him up and covered him with my jacket. "Come on little guy," I said. It soon started to rain. I found my hat and ran home.
I opened my door and slipped inside. I shook the water off like a dog. I reached into my jacket and removed the little hedgehog. I set him down on the couch.
"T-Thank you for saving me," he said. I brought a small blanket and a bowl of hot water. I wrapped the blanket around him and set the bowl of water down. He drunk the water greedily. "Thank you," he said once more. "No problem," I said. I picked him up and took him to the bathroom.
I turned on the hot water. I got some soap and placed the hedgehog under the faucet. I washed him up, being careful of his spines. I turned off the water and dried him off. I picked him up and set him back on the couch. "Hold on while I get you something to eat," I said.
I found some grass seeds, never knew why my dad bought them. I dumped them into a bowl and walked back in the living room. What I saw amazed me. The little hedgehog had was writing. I looked over his shoulder and saw he had really good penmanship. He drew a period and dropped the pencil.
"I met a girl today.
She took me home to stay.
I can not believe!
Another home I will receive!
Hope she'll take me to LPS!
Somewhere new where I can rest!
I think I love her with all my heart and more.
Hopefully...she won't show me the door."
I set the bowl down and sat next to him. "Very touching," I said. He blushed and scratched the back of his head. He eyed the bowl. "Can I..." I picked up the bowl and set it down by him. He dived into it. "Slow down, Writer Rhymes," I said. He looked up, his cheeks full of seeds. "Writer Rhymes," he asked.
"That's your name," I said. He swallowed. "I like that," he said. I ran into my room. I came back out with three items. Two green and and one brown. "Close your eyes," I said. I clamped a green collar around his neck, slipped a green sweater on him, and placed a clipboard with some paper, next to him. "You can open your eyes now," I said. Writer opened his eyes.
He smiled at his collar and sweater. He picked up clipboard. He read the pendent on the collar "WR." "Yeah. It used to stand for Wilson Reader," I said. Writer yawned and curled up on the couch. "Alright Writer. You get some sleep. 'Cause your coming with me to the pet shop tomorrow!" He smiled weakly before nodding off.