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He was watching Towhee signing, and while Titmouse did sort of understand, he was much more entertained by the messy manner in which she conveyed her information. And then she began to puke, and well, that was all kinds of fun for the gross little boy. He squealed with laughter upon seeing the hot sick flooding the ground in a wave — but he couldn't do much else, because Raven was suddenly among them, and smacking his back.

The jostling should've knocked the tooth free and clear of Titmouse's big dumb face, but instead he was forced to inhale sharply, and the tooth zoomed backwards and down his throat. It caught something down there. With a sputter the boy began to cough and curl over, arching his back as his gag reflex was activated. Not long after that moment it was Titmouse who was salivating and retching all over the ground — and as he gasped for a fresh breath, the loose tooth poured free from his mouth atop a nice chunk of half-chewed rabbit.

Yummy.