A cautionary tale of honey and razorblades
Once upon a time there was a little shrew called Bob.
Bob was a very concientious little shrew and was always careful to have a shave every day before he left for work. It wouldn’t do to be seen with morning stubble when one was such an important shrew at the acorn exchange.
One morning he rose a little late from his comfortable bed of dried leaves and had to hurry through his morning ritual of washing, shaving and breakfasting if he was to catch the seven-thirty hedgehog to The Great Oak.
As he was late, Bob quickly ate a honey and earthworm sandwich before he rushed into the bathroom for his morning wash and shave. As he began to shave he realised that the blade was dull so he quickly opened the box of fresh blades with his furry little paws. Unfortunately his paws were still sticky with honey and the blades went everywhere!
Bob tried his best to pick them up but each blade he touched became as sticky as the last. Soon, instead of being a clean-shaven shrew-about-town he was a razor-festooned bleeding mess.
Bob was never seen at The Great Oak Acorn Exchange again but I’ve heard that if you frequent the Hedgehog Station late at night, you might encounter a bedraggled stooped character weighed down by an immense sticky beard of metal and honey.
Beware gentle reader and heed this tale of caution! Don’t shave after a repast of earthworms and honey or this sad tale of woe could be a sad tale of you!
This strange little story started life as an empty blog post. I’m not sure what possessed me but I found myself typing the tale of an unfortunate shrew instead of the pointless drivel that I’d been thinking about. I guess this was more interesting to my subconcious. :)
(Source: philsblog.co.uk)
