Redhawk Caldera Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out?

Fidget's reign as king of the mountain was short-lived. With all his wiggle-worming, he was soon tumbling down the hill of puppies, landing on the dirt with a small squeak. Without realizing it, he had managed to fall right beside (but surprisingly not on) Teehee. He grunted, wiggling his oversized head around, smelling the air as much as his pugged nose could, and generally trying to regain some semblance of his whereabouts. That tumble had certainly rattled him, though not necessarily in a negative way. If there was one thing that had already been determined about Fidget, it was that he was surprisingly calm.

Looking a bit like a bobblehead, Fidget's snoot bumped into Towhee's ribs (though not hard), and he snorted in response. Those little hairs tickled!