Redhawk Caldera A-a-and clean this place up or dungeon!

He coughed and cried, wiggled a bit, and cried some more. The boy rolled on to his back and found that the weird smell in his nose (the blood) turned in to a weird taste at the back of his throat, and he didn't like it. He screeched and crowed to alert the adults of this discovery as it was so very important! But aside from some slight comfort provided by their nudging or a few licks across his face, Titmouse didn't get any respite from the strangeness. He flumped over in the next moment, free from the lashings of someone's tongue, and spat out a puddle of red sputum.