slow learner?

And, oh yes, the continuing saga of the porcupines and Molly.

Chapter 6:

last week, was it Wednesday or Thursday?
I don't remember anymore.
Molly. Into the Porcupine again.
Out in the cornfield at about 9 o'clock in the evening.
A face full of quills.

I tried to explain to her that, sure I was planning to make jewelry with my growing collection of quills, but I don't need her help. One-stop-shopping at a road-kill site would be a heck lot easier...

Molly was too busy panting, drooling and trying to get the quills out of her mouth and face. She wasn't paying attention, I could just tell.