heffalump

For such a small creature, Whittier was capable of producing an impossible amount of substance. He popped, shook, and tooted, expelling loose stool all over the den floor and his mother's paws. Bazi was simultaneously proud and disgusted - two feelings that were difficult to reconcile. Grumbling under her breath, she transferred her son into the narrow space where her forelegs met her body, and set to work cleaning up the mess. With her face. Bazi could scarcely believe what she was doing, but within a few minutes she had made short work of Whittier's mess. "You'd better reward me with the longest nap of my life," she told the pup, licking her lips and holding herself back from gagging.