After what seemed like a very long time I could hear Mrs. S’s voice getting closer and closer.
“Bella, I have been looking all over for you. Oh, my what have you done?”
She took one look at my face, screamed, grabbed me by the collar and dragged me home. I whimpered all the way back. Lucky for us Mr. C was there. He took one look at my face and said, “We need to get all these quills out of your nose and fast!”
I could hardly stand the pain and thought Mr. C and Mrs. S were taking way too long yakking on and on what to do. Mr. C ran off and quickly came back with some kind of tool from the garage. They made me lie down on the ground. Now usually Mrs. S sitting on me isn't something that I like but I got the idea I needed to be very still. The quills had to come out!
One by one Mr. C pulled each one out of my nose. Each yank hurt and he had to do it 12 times. Later I learned quills are tricky to remove because they have a little barb on the end. Its no wonder my nose stung for a very long time. Even the cream Mrs. S put on did not help much.
Mrs. S tried to cheer me up with my favorite treat, a rawhide bone and a good story. But all I wanted to do was lay on my blanket. I did not feel so good. Guess my days of exploring the nearby ravine are over. One word of advice, don’t mess with porcupines, they’re mean and you’ll lose every time.