Fickle Burdock

While I celebrated Burdock's demonstration of independence last night, I did feel a pang of loss. On this beautiful evening, I found Wee(!) the only porcupine at home, but soon heard humming, and there was Burdock, waddling eagerly down from the northeast. He paused to say hello to Wee, but then came right over, climbed in my lap, and ate a few more biscuits than he deserved.

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So what is with this fickle behavior? Giving me the brush-off last night and running off with a friend, only to come back for a cuddle tonight? Ah, adolescents.