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a porcupine named fluffy by Helen. Lester illustrated by Lynne Monsignor. When mr and mrs porky Pine had their first child. They were delighted now he needed a name. Yeah. Should they call him Spike? No Spike was too common. Should they call him Lance? No Lance sounded too fierce. Should they call him needle roser? No needle rooster was too long. Prickles, pokey Quillian. Then together they had an idea. Let's call him fluffy. It's such a pretty name, fluffy. But soon there came a time when fluffy began to doubt that he was fluffy. He first became suspicious when he backed into a door and stuck fast. That was not a fluffy thing to do. He was even more convinced when he accidentally slept on his back and poked holes in the mattress. A very unflashy thing to do when he tried to carry an umbrella. He knew the truth. Without a doubt fluffy definitely wasn't. So he decided to become fluffy. Er clouds are fluffy. He thought I'll be a cloud but he couldn't stay up mm. Mhm. I know pillows are fluffy. He said I'll be a pillow. But when his mother sat on him she was not pleased. He tried soaking in a bubble bath for 45 minutes but he did not become fluffy. He became soggy. Yeah he tried whipped cream. He put a little on each quill. It was not easy and it took more than half a day. But this did not make fluffy fluffy. They should have named me gooey. He side yeah he ate a lot of fluffy marshmallows. He rolled in shaving cream and feathers. He even tried to become a bunny but the truth remained fluffy wasn't one afternoon fluffy set out for a walk. Trying to think of ways to become fluffy. Before long he made a very large rhinoceros. Girl said the rhinoceros, I'm going to give you a rough time. Fluffy didn't know what a rough time was, but he didn't like the sound of it at all. What is your name? Small prickly thing? Asked the rhinoceros. Unkindly, fluffy said fluffy. Yeah, the rhinoceros smiled. He giggled. Then he laughed out loud. He rolled on the ground, He jiggled and slapped his knees. He roared with laughter. A porky pine named fluffy. How old the rhinoceros? E fluffy was embarrassed but he tried to be polite. And what is your name? He inquired. Yeah, I can't say it giggled. A rhinoceros, hubert suggested, fluffy. Oh, help! I just can't say it. I'm laughing so hard, said the rhinoceros. Harold or maybe Herman asked, fluffy. No gas. The rhinoceros, it's Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh. Hippo hippo, a rhinoceros named hippo fluffy smiled. He giggled. Then he laughed out loud. He jiggled and slapped his knees. He howled with laughter. A rhinoceros named hippo fluffy cried. A porky pine named fluffy. A rhinoceros named Hippo. It was almost more than they could bear Never hippo and fluffy rolled on the ground, giggling and laughing until tears came to their eyes. At last they lay exhausted on the ground from that time on. They were best of friends. Yeah, and fluffy didn't mind being fluffy anymore, even though he wasn't.