Redhawk Caldera Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning.

...tail, belonging to her sister Orca.

The smell of Towhee's pee and poop reached Orca's nose at the same time as Towhee's little gums chomped down on her rear appendage. She wrinkled up her little face; her nose provided her with the most information about her world, since her eyes and ears weren't yet open, and she was quickly discerning pleasant odors from unpleasant ones. This one? It stunk.

But she quickly forgot the stench as she became more concerned with freeing her tail from her sister's mouth-trap. She tried to twist towards Towhee, tiny paws flailing helplessly and failing to reach their target. So she wiggled her bum, faster and faster, until she gave a little fart of her own and froze in place as she was surrounded by a stinky cloud once more.