Bramble and the Little Light
Bramble the hedgehog liked almost everything. He liked apples. He liked the sound rain made on leaves. He liked the way his prickles went shhhk when he squeezed under the gate.
What Bramble did not like was the dark.
“The dark is just the day having a rest,” said his mother.
“The dark is full of edges,” said Bramble.
So that night he took one small light with him — a glow-worm called Pim, who agreed to come because Bramble promised to walk slowly.
They went past the gate. They went past the wet stones. And every time Bramble found an edge, Pim shone on it, and it turned out to be a root, or a snail, or a boot that had been there since Tuesday.
“Oh,” said Bramble. “It is all just things.”
“It usually is,” said Pim.


