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Once should start small.
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“I swear, I just could never leave you even for a moment!” exclaimed Madam Cheshire, as she pulled the little boy back into his shared room. The old cat-lady’s decaying health was never welcome to the added stress that comes from looking over misbehaving children. Especially the ones who do whatever our little hedgehog did.
“I ought to whip you like a rug with a racket, but I don’t think I could handle even that.” He was pretty sure she said something like that already a thousand times. Never really did any of it, but her berating him was never better. The others were peeking to see what was going on, which thankfully for them Madam Cheshire would never know due to her poor eyesight.
“Once you get old enough, if you ever leave this place, I am sure it would be straight to prison!” Tugging by his shirt, she pulled him on top of his bed which was situated away from the door and windows, laying lonely in a dark corner.
Turning around on her heels, the headmaster angrily stomped out of the room, as the rest of the kids tried their best to lay low.
“Chester got into trouble again.” A young bunny boy whispered to the next kids, as he snickered to himself, whereas the only one who actually listened to him was our young hedgehog. Although to be precise, he was the oldest of the seven orphans living there.
“He always gets in trouble.” An orange tabby girl whispered back to him, “Now go to sleep!”
If he were to be honest, Chester did not care. It was fine the first he did it, and he’ll be fine the one-hundredth time. He never really cared about becoming Madame’s favorite, although he never liked being referred to as his peers as “Chester Troubles”.
With that said, he was honestly feeling quite better, knowing that there was a way he could escape from the town. Looking forward to seeing what he would do tomorrow, Chester climbed out of his bed and went to get his satchel.
Opening the doors slowly, he quickly checked the hallway, before finding, once again, that it was hanging on the wall. Smirking to himself, he silently tiptoed towards where it was hanging, and was about to pull it down, only to notice something strange. For one, it was a bag made of cloth, with a rope wrapped around it, the same one he saw earlier. What happened to my satchel? Hearing a noise, the boy stopped wasting time in the hall, and immediately made his way to his room.
Checking the bag’s contents, he found that it only had one object within it, a long black sash with rows of needles on them. Wondering what these needles were, Chester took out and examined one slowly: a long, palm-sized needle, with a blue-colored head at the end.
He suddenly heard the noise again, as Madame Cheshire seems to have taken an idea to check on the kids again. Throwing the bag under, the little hedge-boy was unsure of what was the object. Lying on the side quietly, the boy reassessed his plans for tomorrow to get a new satchel first, before any further steps necessary to take. Little did he know…
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“I swear, I just could never leave you even for a moment!” exclaimed Madam Cheshire, as she pulled the little boy back into his shared room. The old cat-lady’s decaying health was never welcome to the added stress that comes from looking over misbehaving children. Especially the ones who do whatever our little hedgehog did.
“I ought to whip you like a rug with a racket, but I don’t think I could handle even that.” He was pretty sure she said something like that already a thousand times. Never really did any of it, but her berating him was never better. The others were peeking to see what was going on, which thankfully for them Madam Cheshire would never know due to her poor eyesight.
“Once you get old enough, if you ever leave this place, I am sure it would be straight to prison!” Tugging by his shirt, she pulled him on top of his bed which was situated away from the door and windows, laying lonely in a dark corner.
Turning around on her heels, the headmaster angrily stomped out of the room, as the rest of the kids tried their best to lay low.
“Chester got into trouble again.” A young bunny boy whispered to the next kids, as he snickered to himself, whereas the only one who actually listened to him was our young hedgehog. Although to be precise, he was the oldest of the seven orphans living there.
“He always gets in trouble.” An orange tabby girl whispered back to him, “Now go to sleep!”
If he were to be honest, Chester did not care. It was fine the first he did it, and he’ll be fine the one-hundredth time. He never really cared about becoming Madame’s favorite, although he never liked being referred to as his peers as “Chester Troubles”.
With that said, he was honestly feeling quite better, knowing that there was a way he could escape from the town. Looking forward to seeing what he would do tomorrow, Chester climbed out of his bed and went to get his satchel.
Opening the doors slowly, he quickly checked the hallway, before finding, once again, that it was hanging on the wall. Smirking to himself, he silently tiptoed towards where it was hanging, and was about to pull it down, only to notice something strange. For one, it was a bag made of cloth, with a rope wrapped around it, the same one he saw earlier. What happened to my satchel? Hearing a noise, the boy stopped wasting time in the hall, and immediately made his way to his room.
Checking the bag’s contents, he found that it only had one object within it, a long black sash with rows of needles on them. Wondering what these needles were, Chester took out and examined one slowly: a long, palm-sized needle, with a blue-colored head at the end.
He suddenly heard the noise again, as Madame Cheshire seems to have taken an idea to check on the kids again. Throwing the bag under, the little hedge-boy was unsure of what was the object. Lying on the side quietly, the boy reassessed his plans for tomorrow to get a new satchel first, before any further steps necessary to take. Little did he know…
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