Lost Creek Hollow i was once like you are now, and i know that it's not easy

if you've ever wondered what the aftermath of getting punk'd by a fistful of quills looked like, well, it looked something like this:

following the insulting extraction of about eight hundred bajamillion quills by a patently patient @Gannet, and then following whatever salve was applied (be it saliva or actual salve), and then having to bashfully explain to the very annoyed parents (@Rannoch and @Liffey, she's still your favorite amirite), and then having to endure the relentless torment of her siblings, the aftersmack looked something like this.

once put to bed by adults that Knew Better, sionnach fell to a fitful and teary-eyed sleep.

the next day, her face blew up. the hundreds of little needles sticking to her little snout had been insult enough to send her immune system into hyperractive overdrive. turns out sionnach had a sensitivity and adversion to porcupine quills, who would have thought?

her face became so riddled with lumps, to the point that sionnach looked like a numpty, frumpty, flinging, gumpty, very miserable gumdrop. and since she was very miserable at this present second, sionnach lazed about the den with the occasional wistful cry, or (the way more frequent) dramatic sniffle designed to invite the attention of her lackadaiscal parents that frankly, should be paying way more attention to her. really, it was all their fault.