Moonspear right in front of my salad?

It was very early when Galaxy suddenly opened her eyes, blinking blearily at the dewy grass as she tried to figure out what had woken her. Her stomach didn't just growl, it snarled. With a grunt, she rolled from her side to her belly, then pushed to her feet. Her belly gurgled so loudly in the morning stillness that her ears pressed to her head and she slunk away from where her family slept, afraid they would rouse and force her to eat.

She didn't want to eat. As a matter of fact, her stomach hurt. Perhaps that's why it was making such angry noises. The slim puppy flopped down in a patch of grass and absently began chewing on some of the nearer green shoots, instinctively understanding that they might settle her upset stomach. But even as she chewed cud like a cow and finally prepared to swallow, she thought to herself, Will this make me fat?