Greetings, Amateur Philosphers! Here is the question for today. “Do you tell Alfred when you have unthinkingly lodged a Very Large Hedgehog underneath the refrigerator in his newly refurbished restaurant?” Mitigating factors to consider: Alfred is, at the time, in bed with an extremely swollen face from a bad tooth. On the other hand, the last time someone spotted a Hedgehog, and Catherine (I) rushed out and failed to catch said Hedgehog (possibly the Hedgehog of the first part), Alfred greeted her (my) Hedge-hog-less return with a distinct air of derision. To quote: “You didn’t cotched it?” Further factors: Once extricated from the refrigerator (achieved at time of writing, never fear), Hedgehog can clearly be lodged in new office which has been built by Alfred for Catherine. Ancillary query: Does anyone know what Hedgehogs like to eat? She seems fond of sausages and eggs. Possibly she is a British Hedgehog.