Beatrix Kondo has another fevered dream. A really cute one this time.


She's a little hedgehog, always in a tiff. What color is she? Well, why not pink. Pink is cute.


"Could you give me a hug? Please? Pretty please? A hug?" she walks around asking. But nobody wants to hug her.


And when everybody rejects her she goes off into an even stormier tiff and her spines stand up even taller and pricklier.


"How come nobody wants to give me a hug? How come? How come?"


But right to the end of the dream she's all alone.


It's not till the very, very end of the dream, right before she awakes, that somebody tells her, "Look, not even hedgehogs give hugs to other hedgehogs."