Gentle spikes through fog.

'I'm in the river. Let the water carry me along', decided the Hedgehog. 'I'm totally soaked, I'll drown soon.' He sighed deeply and began to float down with the current, till Someone pulled him quietly to the shore.

There's no owl here, not anymore. It scared me a bit. Now it's just me and my timid spikes. I guess I'll be counting the stars tonight, on my white horse. Quietly.