Once upon a time, there was an evil jellybabivorous hedgehog. He (for it was indeed a he- the female of the species prefers jellytots, the older siblings of the jelly babies) roamed the Frozen North committing heinous crimes of gelloinfanticide. But, one bright and sunny afternoon (why does it always have to be dark and stormy? There will be no pathetic fallacy here) the beast met his match...
The valorous, chivalrous, and otherwise greatly respected knight Zog slew the beast, moved by the cries for help of a jelly damsel in distress (yeah, she's the pink one. How did you guess?). The damsel, as damsels are wont to do (wonton damsels, at least) rewarded her rescuer with a kiss. In doing so, further woe befell her as she fell (lots of falling!) foul of the knight Zog's betrothed. Where hedgehog failed, girl succeeded. The jelly damsel is no more.
HA.
The knight Zog, whilst pretending to be chivalrous, in fact only slew the beast because it was on his jelly-baby hunting territory.
Jelly babies were hurt in the making of this blog post. So was the hedgehog.
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