Hernibia hedgehog had caught a very bad dose of the nellies, and in the days of all the forest and the meadow, when an animal had the nellies, there was only one cure. The trouble was, Hernibia didn't know she had the nellies, much less know what the cure was. Normally you could tell an animal had the nellies if the animal had a runny nose and a sore tummy in windy weather. When Pixie Pod had the nellies once, he nearly blew up. Anyhow Hernibia had developed hedgehog type nellies and her best friend, Nianarbit could only think to say nasty things like “mind you don't sneeze on my sneezables”. Nianarbit was quite a spikeful sort of a hedgehog, in that she would only say nice things to the animals she thought were importants. She would only say nasty things if she had to. Hernibia still had the nellies, and Nianarbit was the only one she knew to ask for help, or an insult.

“ACHOO . . . ACHOO . . . ACHOO . . . . I bwish I bwiddent feel like the bway I boo feel” sighed Hernibia.

“Well I don't feel the same way as you, so whatever you do, I still feel as good as new”, said Nianarbit.

“Bwhich one bwas bnew, the bwon that you felt, or the bwone that you doo”, asked Hernibia.

“I bnown't know, I just know that because I feel new, I dont go Achoo, like you do”, answered Nianarbit.

“I don't blike the Achoos in much the blame bway blat you don't like the Achoos”, said Hernibia.

“Bwell it bwasn't me blat gave them to you”, said Nianarbit, before thinking and saying, “Did I say that?”

“You blid!”, said Hernibia.

“What blid I blay?” asked Nianarbit, anxious to know what Hernibia heard because she knew what she meant.