Willow Hedgehog adores the golden hour: that soft, glowy time just before everything gets a bit… dark.
She’ll happily visit the stalls in town, snapping up cookie fridge magnets for her collection (she needs a bigger fridge). But once the sun dips? That’s her cue to panic. Every rustle is definitely a monster. Every breeze? A ghost with personal motives.
Her friends have tried to help – Amuseables Acorn offered motivational pep talks, and Smudge Lamb made her a bedtime playlist – but nothing beats the comfort of a well-lit hallway and a hot mug of herbal tea.