Redhawk Caldera the ballad of mr. steak

The little brown cub had found a nice spot and rested his head atop another sibling's back, let out a deep sigh and prepared to rest. However, his slumber was not long-lived, because an unpleasant tickling feeling began in the pit of his stomach and rather than ceasing, it grew stronger and painful. And, when it became unbearable (quite soon, since his threshold for pain was low), the kid opened his mouth and began wailing: "O-o-mpff... ao... ao... ao..." Colics were never a joy-ride.