Sun Mote Copse well, that's gonna cost you extra.

Eljay and Wildfire were probably going through the "pink goggles" period in regards of their kids and a good thing so, because soon their lives would become hell. Years and years ago, when his mother had been born, she had been the loudest of the litter. And, while this was happily forgotten during the years of being a stunning example of domestic bliss and wonderful character, the trait had not been lost in the least. Elwood Jr. Jr. would be wolf of Voice and eventually he would capitalize the remaining four letters.

Now, however, having eaten too much milk and lying on his back the kid, began to feel some motion, rumbling and tumbling inside his round belly. At first it was soft as tickle, but this was just the tip of the iceberg of, what was to come. Elfie expressed his discomfort by squeaking few times, but once the half-digested food began to tango with the flora that was unable to deal with such a strain, the gasses began to build up in his intestines, blowing them up like odd-shaped balloons and causing pain to the kid. 

Good luck, parents, with the colicky kid! Elfie began to wail and cry at top of his tiny lungs.