Meeting a Hedgehog

She is feeding her hedgehog a dandelion brew. We do not interrupt her until she is through. How does he like it? We ask as he slurps. See for yourself she says, as he gives some loud burps. Persnickety hedgehog says, “Why don’t you ask me yourself?” I scoot myself a bit farther back on the oak limb’s magical shelf. Don’t be shy! The hedgehog says. Any more questions for me? I try to pretend I am one with the tree.