Larksong Grotto on the verge of the rest of my life

of course not ^^

"Hnnnngg," Ditty echoed into the hole while he tried to squirm his head out of it. How embarrassing this was! He sure hoped that nobody would see him like this. He didn't hear that anyone else was approaching and so he just continued to scratch and pull. Yet it was hard to find purchase anywhere, as the dirt just scratched out from under him, it seemed, and his sleek head remained ever stuck inside of the hole. Luckily there was plenty of oxygen down there — well, enough, at least — but with a tired wheeze Ditty realised it wasn't gonna be as easy as he had hoped to pull his head out of there.

In a desperate attempt Ditty called out, "Hello? Is anyone there? Can anyone help me?" His words echoed through the rabbit hole, causing rabbits to skitter away deeper into the warren. Maybe with some luck, a remnant of his voice's strength would echo out of one of the other holes and someone'd hear him and find him, Ditty thought.