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Photo Tale: Spines, Not Slime
Spines, Not Slime
Writer/Photographer: Christine Stoddard
Models: Sarah Sullivan and Lindsay S-K
"Kiss it,” Lisa barked.
“Will it hurt?” I asked.
“Don't think about it.”
“I won't do it if it hurts.”
“Do you want your wish to come true or not?”
My older sister Lisa had spent the summer making a small fortune by profiting off of the gullibility of little girls like me.Ever since she snatched up a hedgehog from a mossy stump that day in late June, she passed the hours chasing after customers.
Lisa's sales pitch was simple: If you kiss the hedgehog, your biggest wish would come true. So far half of the little girls in Charlottesville had paid her a quarter for the privilege of being tricked. Why she hadn't tried convincing the girls to kiss a frog instead was probably a matter of convenience. She hadn't found a frog.
Finally, I mustered all my courage to close my eyes and press my lips to the shaking creature's back. The hedgehog sneezed. When I opened my eyes and saw that my wish had not manifested itself, I demanded a refund on the pittance that at the time seemed like a great sum.
“You didn't make your wish clear enough in your mind,” Lisa huffed. “How did you expect the hedgehog to see it?”
Before I could answer, Lisa whisked the hedgehog away and raced off to her next victim.
I, meanwhile, remained sitting in our tomato garden, penniless and ponyless.
Thanks to Sandra Carmargo for lending us her hedgehog, Tarantino.
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