THE HEDGEHOG was gone when we hurried back.
No snuffling, no shuffling, just tiny grass tracks.
"Don't worry," said Papa. "Come and wait on my knee."
And we heard an owl hoot in a faraway tree."
It was Papa who saw it first. Quietly, he woke his daughter to share the news - it was not their first such experience. They tiptoed together in their bare feet into the back garden while everyone else was sleeping. As they carefully searched for telltale signs, they noticed slimy trails left by snails and quiet bunnies cuddled in their straw beds. Papa reminded that they were looking for a spine.
A shiny being cautiously crept from beneath nearby plants, snuffling and shuffling as hedgehogs are wont to do. Together they whispered so as not to cause worry for the hedgehog before going inside to fill a pan with water. Once back in the garden, they could no longer see it. Papa urged patience. Back out it came; this time it was not alone. The mama was followed by three thirsty babies. Once they had their fill of water, they followed their mother to a 'hog hole', carefully constructed by father and daughter to provide safe passage for the hedgehogs to roam the neighborhood. Back in bed the two are left to imagine the hedgehogs making their way along a path of their own choosing.
What a heartwarming memory for child and parent to share in days to come! Careful rhyming text is beautifully accompanied by the soft blues of the nigthttime garden, with moon and stars in full view. Close observation reveals Mr. Groenink's attention to details that are sure to delight young readers.
"Papa lifted me high,
and we were simply content
to be in that place
where the hogs came and went."










