2024-06-08
32 分钟This is Ria, welcome to Little Stories for Tiny People.
Our story today is going to be fun, a little ridiculous,
slightly mysterious, and most of all, it's going to make total sense.
In fact,
I'm pretty sure I'll be receiving at least three emails from the spiders who live in the uppermost corners of my studio,
praising me for the unshakable internal logic of this story.
Let's hear it.
It's called Little Hedgehog Travels to Camp.
Take it away, Evelyn.
Remember, there are no pictures.
You have to imagine the pictures in your mind.
You can imagine them however you want.
Okay, here we go.
All aboard.
We are now boarding train 3.14159 headed to Mid Forest Station with connecting buses to Lake Sweetwater,
Wormish Pond, and Camp Riggletuts.
Little Hedgehog and Bebe, her best friend of all time,
stood on the platform at the West Forest train station with roller bags in tow as a jolly looking,
uniformed woodchuck stood nearby, encouraging everyone to board.
Dad, did you hear that?