Redhawk Caldera of fine little friends you have made

Peter was not fast enough to get away from the stream of pee that was generously showered over his upper body and face. He let out a surprised yelp and turned his head away, as the warm stream trickled down his neck and left cheek, in to his left ear. He was not sure of what to do and therefore kept lying there with his eyes squeezed shut and his tail tapping against the ground in a manner of surrender. 

He then rolled on his belly to get up to his feet and shook his head to get rid of the remaining liquid that was still stuck to his fur around the eyes and the left ear. He sighed and got to his feet again, which seemed a safer thing to do, in case Ferret decided to poop on him too.