Chapter SevenThroughout the rest of the day and night, Jenny tended the little hedgehog, cleaning the wound and making sure it was as comfortable as possible. She even kept it with her later on as she sat down in front of the television. It lay next to her, the bandages around its face concealing the terrible extent of its wounds. Miraculously, the little creature seemed not to be in pain. Jenny had administered some medication, after speaking to Mr McGregor on the telephone. As usual his advice had proved invaluable and the hedgehog had, so far, responded well. “The next twenty-four hours will be crucial,” he had said. “Jenny, prepare yourself. The likelihood is that it won't survive.”
But it did survive.
With the clock declaring it was barely seven in the morning, Jenny sat up and winc
