Sun Mote Copse beware the jabberwock, my son!

Sugar shat herself. Ew, girls were so gross! He opened his mouth to tell her she was gross, and without any warning, he was projectile vomiting the contents of his stomach. Yeah, girls were the gross ones. Keep believing that, buddy. This was one of those times that Crow would look back on (assuming he survives this ordeal) and think, "Oh, that was the time I learned not to eat random plants, especially when somebody has already tossed 'em up once."

Now his stomach was pretty much on fire, but thankfully he didn't seem to be shitti—wait, nope. Just kidding. At least he got a little bit of warning this time. In a flash, he was hunched over, adding his own unpleasant shits to all the wonderful smells around them.