Word count: 185 | Completed:Yes | Style: Silly

There were so many stories about the majesty of whales, the height of giraffe and the puff of the puffin. Each lavishly illustrated in curly red pencil, the stories lived in huge chicken-bound books. The books sat in Atomic Hedgehog’s basement, collecting dust. They held a trading expo every fortnight on a Friday, where rare dust was swapped for large amounts of the common stuff. Every now and then these expos would get quite rough, and Atomic Hedgehog had to roll down the stairs and sort the squabbling books back into their topic sections. He didn’t mind this job, it gave him something to do.

Atomic Hedgehog, guardian of Muntmunt had not left his house in three months. Muntmunt simply didn’t need a guardian – all of it’s slightly lop sided citizens went about their business happily. Only one Muntmuntien could remember being in mortal peril, and his left ear was crooked so he said everything backwards and no-one could understand him when he spoke about it. So poor Atomic Hedgehog had nothing to do but periodically break up any fights his books may get into.

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