Golden Glade sober

maybe @Alder? father son bonding? :)

Now that Hawthorn had gained the power of sight and hearing, which was improving day by day, he was always exploring whenever he wasn't eating or sleeping. This new power did not scare him, rather, it did quite the opposite: it excited him. He could see now, and he could hear, and these things, these abilities were absolutely marvelous. He could see that his mother, the milk-giver, had fur of brilliant silver, and that the tiny blob he was always bumping into had white fur and red eyes, and a very annoying scream. He could also see that the two other blobs had fur and eyes of identical colours, and practically looked the same. Still, however, his eyesight wasn't the clearest, but it was getting better and better, and that was what counted.

Today, the small boy had woken up early, and after drinking his fill, began waddling forward, eager to explore his surroundings once more. Clumsy as he was, he managed to bump into several of his siblings in his eager attempt to escape, though he couldn't care less, and continued forward, plowing through the bodies. His eyes were narrowed and he squinted, blinking furiously as he tried to make sense of the objects around him. 

Then, just as everything was going so well, Hawthorn tripped, lost his balance and fell face first on the floor. 

Why was everything on its side?