In January 2024, our local hedgehog, outraged by so much hubbub, decided to trade in his winter tranquillity for a stay under the cosy tarpaulin of the compost windrow.
"A well-deserved holiday," he murmured with an exasperated sigh.
Meanwhile, the indefatigable members of the "Compostons ensemble à Grosbreuil" association seem to have taken a crash course in ignorance.
Our prickly friend, although an attentive guardian of compost decomposition, has been relegated to the status of an extra, despite his noble mission.
This hedgehog, expert in hibernation and patience, is beginning to feel a touch of exasperation. Our carefree Saturday morning composting friends ignore his presence, as if his hibernation were a mere detail in their frantic quest for perfect compost.
Rumours are now circulating about a possible extension of the composting adventures to Wednesdays, which has sent a shiver of wrath through the hedgehog's quills.
"An extra Wednesday?" he growled, adjusting his tarpaulin in frustration.
Our hedgehog, faithful guardian of the compost, is now having to readjust his precious sleeping schedule. He now has only one thought in mind:
""Can't wait for winter to be over, not only so I can get back to calm, but also so I can regulate Hormones and Spiky Emotions!"
