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.
The porcupines are all right, as you will presently see if you read this book.
Yes, I know there are porcupines, but porcupines are vicious and ill-mannered.
Coons, bears, skunks, and porcupines move from one neighborhood to another.
She knew, now, that she had been right all along in her suspicion of the porcupines.
The wildcat knew too much about porcupines to dream of attacking them.