The Tower of Boxes

The weasel had little hedgehog scrawl her name on a little sheet. For our records, you understand. Then he climbed back into his cart and drove away. Little Hedgehog and Bebe closed the burrow door and gazed up at the tower of boxes that now stood inside. They heard him pad into Little Hedgehog's room. What is all this gravel doing in here? Seriously. A few seconds later, he appeared in the hall, heading towards them, yawning. Hello, you two. Good evening, Mr. Hedgehog.