But all porcupines are not alike, and this one was not within my reckoning.
He had waited too often and futilely in the past for porcupines to unroll, to waste any more time.
But Roy does not care much for porcupines, anyway, and he never did.
And the porcupines ran away into hiding before he could shoot.
Altogether he considered the world a happy place for porcupines.