Sun Mote Copse sleep apnea

She had already thought the world had ended. 

But that was nothing in comparison to her mothers nose brushing against her feet. Funny at first; in fact, it earned a laugh (and a kick). But it kept happening, and Q laughed so hard she could barely breathe. Nevermind the fretting; Quetzal was dying. This was For Sure It. Panic! at the Whelping Den. Gasping for breath in her giggles, it was only when she was righted that Q was able to sober up. 

Death may have been an exaggeration. In fact, Q forgot she had been upset at all. What just happened? All was (up)right in the world, and Q waddled toward her moms leg nonethewiser that she thought the apocalypse had just struck.