When winter arrived, the porcupine looked for somewhere nice and warm to live.
“The wind has become so chilly!” he said. “I'm shivering so much, it's making my quills rattle!”
He trotted into the woods, sniffing around for a place to shelter.
First, he came to a fallen tree trunk.
“This looks like a promising place!” he said, spying a hole in its side.
But when he poked his head in, he heard a chorus of high-pitched voices.
“What do you think you're doing?” said hundreds of tiny termites. “You can't stay in this log – it's our home, and breakfast, lunch and dinner!”
The porcupine apologised and backed away.
“Now where can I go?” he wondered. It might have been his imagination, but it seemed to be getting colder…
