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[There's a little hedgehog nibbling on a carrot with gusto, eyes closed in a pleased arch. Once he's done, black, beady little eyes open and blinks. He looks around-- where's Allen? Standing on his hind legs, Timcampy sniffs around and sadly squeaks.
No Allen. Tim must find Allen.
Setting back down, the little hedgehog runs down the hallway.]
<... shoot me. Have fun with Timcanpy the Hedgehog, originally Cross's but is handed down to Allen. :D>