One morning in January, Holly Hedgehog’s alarm clock rang. BRIIIING!
“Spring already?” snuffled Grandma, snuggling deeper into her bed of dried leaves.
Holly blinked. It was dark in the cozy nest.
BRIIIING!
Could it be? “Hurrah! Spring at last!” cried Holly. Spring was the most perfect part of the whole year!
“Go on up,” mumbled Grandma. “I’ll be there soon.” Then she rolled over and started snoring.
Holly could not wait. “Flowers!” she whispered, as she scrambled up through
