Larksong Grotto on the verge of the rest of my life

"Hey! Who's poking me!" Ditty shouted into the hole when he felt someone poke at him, not calming down much at all. To him, his voice sounded super loud and echoey, but on the outside they would hear it far more muffled. Then he finally felt paws starting to scratch at the side of his neck, however, and Ditty felt relieved to know that someone was getting him out of here.

Ditty tried to pull his head through, but he didn't quite manage yet when the scratching stopped again. He kept on pulling, hoping that he would soon get his head free. He could feel it wedge a little bit... Any moment now... Completely unaware of the strife going on outside of this rabbit hole, Ditty kept pulling fervently to try and get out.