"This is the story of a shy little porcupine named Bobby. Bobby just moved to a town called Huntington. He's grown used to having to move all over the place because his father, being a well known therapist, was constantly being asked to go places to handle clients.
This, though, meant that Bobby had very few friends, because it seemed every time he made a new friend and got used to being around them, he had to move again. Thankfully, it seemed this was likely to be the last move he had to make for a while, as his father was going to be dealing with a client long term.
Bobby awoke and pulled his journal out of his nearby dresser to write in; something he did on a daily basis, even when nothing of true importance happened. When he finished, he would head downstairs for breakfast.
After eating, Bobby decided he would make an attempt to go outside and explore. He took a deep breath, turned the knob, and opened the front door..."
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