“Hello Nianarbit”, chirped Pod.

“Hello Blixy Blod”, grumbled Nianarbit.

“I beg your pardon?”, said Pixie Pod, taking a step or two back from the hedgehog.

I bled hello”, restated Nianarbit with a large sticky bit growing from her cold pointy hedgehog nose.

“Yes I thought you said hello, in fact, I'm sure that I heard you say it, so I had to check just in case, you understand, said Pod with another step back.

“No, I'm bnot sure I unbersband Mr Bixie”, said Nianarbit almost crying.

“Why you have a dose of the nellies, you poor little spikey thing”, sympathised Pixie Pod.

“The neblies?”

“No the nellies”, furthered Pod.

“And how bo I get rib off theb”, asked Nianarbit, hoping there was an instant cure.

“Oh you dont get rid of them, you give them away”, said Pixie Pod as he remembered himself the awful he had when he himself was nellie bound.

“But who in all of be borest band be beadow bwould bwant these neblies”, asked Nianarbit, who couldn't really understand why any animal, even the very stupidest ones, would ever have a need for the nellies.

“That's a bery good question”, said Pod who instantly realised what he had said and took another step backwards.

“Any bore of those backward steps and you bwill have to bout”, grumbled Nianarbit.

“Yes I know, but at this time of my life, I could really do without your nellies, whatever steps necessary”, explained Pixie Pod before going on to say, “if you manage to find something that likes nellies, you can give it to them, and they might even give you something that you'd like”.

“Achoo !”, went Nianarbit which instantly made Pixie Pod disappear.