“Inky the porcupine–I hardly know whether to bless him or curse him” the author writes. Whichever I do, he won”t care a flick of his tail! He is so exasperatingly self-sufficient, so wholly complacent, he will just waddle away, climb a tree, and look down at me, saying in his most gracious grunts: “You take things too seriously, Sammy, old boy. Relax! Come on up and eat some bark!”

Join Sam and his peculiar pet for a grand mixture of troubles and pleasures. You’ll discover why it takes a lot of quill power to put down How’s Inky?