Our story begins in the middle of no where; well, that's where our hero thinks that's where he is. He really is in the middle of a forest filled with large brown and green trees. Our hero is a cerulean hedgehog with bright green eyes, tan arms, hands and legs, and can run abnormally fast. Anyway, as he awoke, he groaned. "Where am I?" the hedgehog quiered. And his feet felt... empty. And cold. As he looked down, he saw that his feet were... "Bare!" he cried in disbelief. "Where are my kicks?" The hedgehog grabbed his feet, feeling his blue toes, and poking at his paw pads.
"I guess this is why we wear shoes..." Getting up, the grass felt soft on his feet, and he walked until he came to a sign. "Left... city. Right... town. Hmph. I prefer towns!" With that, the hedgehog leapt in to the air and sped down the street... "OUCH!" he immediatly stopped, sat down on the stone road and rubbed his empty feet. "Can't run." he whimpered. "I could run in the grass, but the I might step on something, like a bug. Yuck." The blue hedgehog was in a fix, and that's for sure. Eventually, he settled on walking. Sure, the ground was really hot, and it made him want to bite his arm. But that didn't stop him. The hedgehog tripped and fell on his snout, then looked up in pain. "How could this get any worse..." Then the ground started rumbling. A truck rolled by, going as slow as he was. "Howdy, you odd little creature." A man with a thin face and huge, blue eyes was looking at him. In the backseat was a boy with short, black hair, and a girl, with long, brown hair. "Hi." he replied, not stopping. "Need a lift?" That got his attention. "Sure!"
They drove for a bit until the road ended. The truck made a bump noise as it slid off the road and on to the rocky path. "So, what's your name?" The hedgehog was quiet. "I-I d-don't r-remb-ber," he replied. The bumping over the rocks was stuttering his words. "Haha. A alien who doesn't know his name. That's new."
"I'm not a alien!" shouted the hedgehog. "Then what are you?"
"I think I'm a hedgehog."
"Where are your shoes?" The man pointed to his empty feet. "Dunno. Woke up without them."
"Well, my name's Tom. That's Billy and Rosa in the back." The children waved. "Dad, can we call the hedgehog Blue?"
"Sure, Rosa." They reached their destination. "What's this place?" Blue asked, looking at the huge, house. On the side was a chicken coop, horse stable, and a huge meadow behind the home. "It's called a ranch." Tom replied, then helped Blue, Billy and Rosa out of the truck. "Come with me." Tom ordered, and Blue followed him curiously. "You sleep over there." He pointed toward a big box. "I sleep there?" demanded the hedgehog. "Yep. No pets allowed in the house."
"P-pet?" gasped Blue. "Yeah. And put this on!" Tom handed Blue a leather circle with a weird metal thing on it. "What is this?"
"It's called a collar. Put it on." Blue pulled it on, regretfully. "Now go in your box." Blue shook his head. "I don't want to." Tom pulled out a metal box and pressed a button on it. Electric pain went through Blue's body and he fell to the ground. "What happened?" Blue cried. "That collar is a shock collar. If I want you don't listen to me, then you get shocked." The hedgehog tried to pull it off, putting his paws on the collar and using his hind feet to pull. "Haha. You can't get it off, can you?"
Blue shook his head, dissapointed and defeated. "You're a weak little mutt." Tom's face hardened and he pushed Blue in to the box with his foot. "Stay in there, curr. Or do you want to be a fried hedgehog?" The man walked away, cackling.
That night, while Blue was trying to sleep, rain started pouring down. "I wish this box had a heater!" All Tom had given him was a blanket, bowl of weird sloppy stuff that tasted gross, and some water. The hedgehog did his best to find all the warmth in the blanket, but rain was seeping through the top of the box and dripping on his nose. "I should've gone left..."
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