Today, we're reading a porcupine named fluffy. By Helen Lester illustrated by Lynn month's singer. When Mr. And Mrs. Porcupine had their first child, they were delighted. Now he needed the name. Should they call him spike. No. Spike was too common. Should they call him Lance. No. Lance sounded too fierce. Should they call him needle. Reeser. No needle razor was too long. Prickles pokey. Quilliam. Then together, they had an idea. Let's call him fluffy. It's such a pretty name. Fluffy. But soon there came a time when fluffy began to doubt that he was fluffy. He first became suspicious when he backed into a door and stuck fast. That was not a fluffy thing to do. He was even more convinced when he accidentally slept on his back and poked holes in the mattress. A very unhealthy thing to do. When he tried to carry an umbrella, he knew the truth without a doubt. Fluffy. Definitely wasn't. So he decided to become fluffier. Clouds or fluffy, he thought. I'll be a cloud. But he couldn't stay up. I know. Pillows or fluffy, he said, I'll be a pillow. But when his mother sat on him, she was not pleased. He tried soaking in a bubble bath for 45 minutes, but he did not become fluffy. He became soggy. He tried whipped cream. He put a little on each Quill. It was not easy and it took more than half a day. But this did not make fluffy, fluffy. They should have named me gooey. He sighed. He ate a lot of fluffy marshmallows. He rolled in shaving cream and feathers. He even tried to become a bunny. But the truth remained fluffy. Wasn't. One afternoon, fluffy set out for a walk, trying to think of ways to become fluffy. Before long, he met a very large rhinoceros. ER, so the rhinoceros. I'm going to give you a rough time. Fluffy didn't know what a rough time was, but he didn't like the sound of it at all. What is your name? Small prickly thing. Ask the rhinoceros unkindly. Fluffy said fluffy. The rhinoceros smiled. He giggled. Then he laughed out loud. He rolled on the ground. He jiggled and slapped his knees He roared with laughter. Um, porcupine named. Fi held the rhinoceros. Fluffy was embarrassed. But he tried to be polite. And what is your name? He inquired. I can't say it. Giggled the rhinoceros. Hubert suggested fluffy. Oh, I just can't say it. I'm laughing so hard. So the rhinoceros. Harold or maybe Herman. S fluffy. No guests, the rhinoceros it's. Oh, Hippo. Uh, right now. For us named hippo. Fluffy smiled. He giggled. Then he laughed out loud. He jiggled and slapped his knees. He allied with laughter. Snake. Fluffy cried. Uh, porcupine named fluffy. A rhinoceros named hippo. It was almost more than they could bear. Hippo and fluffy rolled on the ground, giggling and laughing Until tears came to their eyes. It lasts. They lay exhausted on the ground. From that time on, they were the best of friends. And fluffy didn't mind being fluffy anymore. Even though he wasn't.