Come on, dear!
I... I... I can't!
Please...
Don't...curl up...
Please!
Whatever you do...dearest...don't...curl up!
Oh no!
[Both Mr. and Mrs. Hedgehog are curled up into a ball, and they get run over by a lorry, crushing and killing them.]
[about the hedgehogs] ...She wouldn't leave him.
What happened?
Why didn't they run?
Instincts got the better of them. And instincts can be very strong, matey. I should know.
[flying nearby] Kee! Kee!
She's found Adder!
Everyone else either has been carried or has run over the road.
Or, has been run over! I've got eyes to see!
Those cowering hedgehogs just curled up and died.
Well, I've no desire to commit suicide.
Then let me take you.













