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Lucky Orca was cleaned by her godfather, but the Alpha male must have just wrinkled his nose at the mess that Titmouse was making in the puddle of his sister's vomit. Happy to be clean and relatively dry, Orca wriggled and purred and flexed her little toes -- until she became aware of the stench of her brother. She turned her bleary gaze towards him and when she saw his wet, grimy fur, she gagged.

"Nononono," Elwood said overhead when he realized that the she-pup was looking nauseous once more. He swiftly plucked Titmouse from the barf pile and began cleaning him, for the sake of all the puppies -- because if he didn't, he suspected that Orca would throw up again, and again, and again.

Orca watched, her head pitching drunkenly from side to side as she tried to track her brother's movements with her eyes, and hiccuped loudly.