Cactus

Another little bug was scared away, even though the cactus had just saved its life. The cactus sighed, stood alone in the scorching sun, and puffed out its chest.

With its body covered in spines, the cactus was often ostracized and left to itself because it could easily hurt others.

As the hedgehog passed by, it saw the lonely figure of the cactus.

"Hey, kid," a voice rang out from behind the cactus. He turned and found a hedgehog.

"Are you talking to me?" The cactus was surprised. He had never had a friend since birth.

"Yes," the hedgehog nodded, "Do you want to do something?"

"Of course, but my thorns..."

"Don't be silly, help me make wine." The hedgehog interrupted the cactus and pulled out a bunch of grapes from its back, pressing them onto the cactus.

The hedgehog turned around with a smile on its face. "But your heart is soft. People with soft hearts should all have friends."