“You said, bwell it bwasn't me blat gave them to you, I believe”, replied Hernibia.

“No I blidn't, I bled, well it wasn't me that gave them to you, so I blid!”, snapped Nianarbit.

“I know thats what you said”, said Hernibia.

“I blidn't blay blat at all”, growled Nianarbit.

“You did, you said it wasn't your fault that I had the Achoos, which I already knew because I had the Achoos before I met you”, said Hernibia.

“I bliddent say anybling, I blid an Achoo, which I blobably blot from blu”, said Nianarbit.

“But I didn't give you anything”, said Hernibia, “I didn't even touch you, and anyway, I'm hungry”, before curling up into a spikey ball and rolling the path in search of dinner.

“Nianarbit was strangely feeling more cross and intolerant than ever, and everytime she thought of something cross to say, an Achoo came out, even though there was no one to Achoo to. Nianarbit achooed her way right across the meadow until her nose got runny and she got sore in her tummy, so she had to sit down. After a while of achooing and sitting, Pixie Pod happened to boulder by.