There was a hedgehog hurt, he felt very sad. So he told his friend, “I am hurt, I am sad.” His friend, another hedgehog came to him and wanted to hug his friend, but when he held out his arms, he pricked his friend’s wound again.

I am the hedgehog, too. Sometimes I am the first one, sometimes I am the second one.

It’s just a story, I borrow it to water my blog.