Due to his obsession with hedgehogs, Mr. Mac walked in the garden first thing each morning, before the sun rose, and every evening, as soon as it was dusk when hedgehogs are likely to be around searching for food. Thus, you can imagine how mad I was when I arrived home from work on Friday, drove toward my gate and saw this half flat, brown, spiky lump in the middle of the road. "Arrrgggghhhh!" I shouted at it, "You stupid, stupid hedgehog!" I parked my car in the drive and stomped back up the road. I was still shaking my head and ranting, "How could you be so stupid? After my efforts to keep you safe all summer and you go and run out in front of a car in broad daylight." I reached the little spiky brown lump and stared at it as if I was hoping for an answer to my questions about its stupidity. Then a big smile spread across my face, and I looked around sheepishly hoping that no one had witnessed or heard my outburst. The little spiky brown lump was left on the road by a horse.