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                  Long ago, there lived a porcupine named  Prickly.  He lived in the woods with  plenty of other animals and had lots of friends, but none of them had prickles  like him.  Prickly was jealous of his  animal friends because they all had soft and beautiful fur, skin or feathers  and he had sharp, pointy prickles.  He  just couldn’t see what his prickles were meant for.                     
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