Sun Mote Copse sleep apnea

That self-satisfied grin remained as her mother asked her questions, as though to say: yeah, lucky me! And, really, the stench she had passed was something that probably only a mother could love. Her twin, too, maybe—everyone did seem to love their own brand. Q's was probably a bit more on the 'toxic waste' side. 

Quetzal rolled onto her side and flailed her stubby legs around a little bit. How that happened she did not know, but her world turned upside-down. Yet another ride she hated. She squealed, what the hell is happening here??????? but all her fussing served to do was dig her a deeper hole. She was entirely on her back now. Looking like a damn turtle unable to get up. This felt Against the Law. When she found the culprit, she was definitely pressing charges. But first, her yells demanded that 911 answer the telephone right now!