One cannot win a competition with an echidna. Well, maybe a footrace.
I want to see some of that British stoicism and refinement, not some fancy-lad squealing "Oh my God, it's prickly!"
Way to let down your country Harry. (too harsh?)
Whereas the echidna is just sitting there being cool, waiting for the apopleptic ginger kid to finish having his freak out and put him down.