Party

Here is Phin's impression of Rudolph.

Last night was my birthday party and both hedgehogs and Phinneus made an appearance. My mother got me a set of wooden hedgehog pieces in all their spikey glory; they are made to be stacked up into a tower in any way the stacker can concieve of. It is a game of skill and imagination. I was trying it last night but certain family members thought it would be hilarious to bang on the table and knock it over.

Later in the night Phinneus himself came down, wrapped in his towel. He was cooed and cautiously petted by just about everyone, especially the three little nieces. Everyone marvels over the dry sound of his spikes when they are rubbed together. It really is quite a remarkable sound you wouldn't expect from a living animal. It sounds exactly like dry grains of rice being shaken.

Phin was a good sport and didn't make a stinky mess like he usually does in public. He consented to entertain and disgust by loudly crunching on some mealworms (which his grandma graciously bought as a Hanukkah present). Then he anointed with the rug some- he really loves that rug- and settled down to sleep. A typical evening for the little guy.
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