Sun Mote Copse And if heaven would not have us I would take the other option

Bronco stumbled just when Elfie asked him about the porcupines, but caught himself, recovering from his trip clumsily, but just in time to give the older boy a half-smile, half-grimace. "Ey ain't tasty," He admitted. He shuddered, wriggling his little shoudlers and skittering a few paces sideways in the process. "They got them sharp quills what sticks in your face, an' they really hurt when you gettem plucked out," He said. The porcupine which had quilled him had been fairly young- but the quills, such tiny little things, had still hurt quite a bit as his mother pinned him down, squealing and crying, and plucked each one from his muzzle and face, and a couple from his tongue. "Don' fuck widdem," Came his sagacious conclusion, with a wry, sidelong glance.