Redhawk Caldera This castle is in unacceptable condition!

Wrecking ball was right! If he had ears to hear that (and a brain which could comprehend) then he'd be grinning. Now that he was trapped between Elwood's limbs however, he couldn't roll around so much. But he did manage to flip back to his chest. His little legs splayed out on either side of his tiny body, making Titmouse look more like a furry pebble with gimpy little feet. He wriggled them and discovered that he wasn't moving — and somehow he managed to lift his bottom up, just in time for a nice long, Pfffrrrrrnnnnnnnee^eeee—pTH! to gurgle from his rear-end, right beneath Elwood's nose. It was odious, and more than a little solid.