You gotta eat one in a menacing manner so as to scare the others into silence ::nod:: It's the only way with cookies! ::stares evilly at the little hedgehogs::

I usually bite them in half so that their little oatmeal guts spill all over the carpet and then lick my fingers. I can see the others quailing now....

Have you ever seen that Japanese stationery that has kittens rolled inside dumplings and other foodstuffs? You could make a fortune off cookie-hedgehogs!

I have! It's too cute. I keep thinking I must get some.

Just obey the demands of the cookies and nobody gets hurt. (Well, except the cookies, and they're into that.)

I knew I should have titled my recipe Masochistic Hedgehog Cookies.

I want those chewy hedgehog cookies more than just about anything.

I would e-mail you a hedgehog if I could!

Just stroke the cookies on their tummies, and they'll curl right up into an oatmeal-raisin ball!

That is just too cute.

Fortunately, it will not stop me from eating them.

Mmmrm. Their little beady raisin eyes! -- I can see it now.

Jack looks suspicious of the hedgehogs.

Jack's an inherently suspicious kind of guy. "If they're suppose to be cute," he says, looking sideways at the hedgehog, "then why aren't they furry, Carter? Huh?" -- To which Carter rolls her eyes, as she's wont to do, picks up the hedgehog in a cupped palm and deposits it in the shrubbery. Jack remains supicious, though, casting little darting glances at the undergrowth as though believing the hedgehog's going launch a sneak attack on his bait box when he isn't looking.

Do single men ever bake? *wonders*. Maybe Daniel's home baking cookies, thankful that he hasn't been dragged along fishing...

Man, I hate it when desserts start talking to me. I was once addressed most lewdly by the dessert tray in the Walnut Room at Field's from a good fifty feet away... {shudders}