It was a piercingly blustery and showery day when a pissed porcupine loomed up from nowhere with an obvious intention to visit his fiancee who was concocting a dozen different kinds of cocktails.
In the middle of his way to a roly-poly bend around, it dawned on him that he
couldn't count to four. He knew that his efforts cannot be appreciated by those in the know and he must have been through hell and back when passing his IQ test of a chaffinch. :)