Northstar Vale I ask the traffic lights if it'll be alright.

She listened, but only partly. There came a twinge in her gut that Ibis had always presumed was a child jostling inside of her, and she tried to adjust her weight a bit. It came again moments later, prompting her to swagger about a step or two, her belly shifting. Then, the most unladylike pbbbttoooooooooopl squeaked out of her; along with, unfortunately, a rotten egg smell.

Ibis immediately blanched. Sagged back on her haunches again, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. The shock wore off in the next instant and she began to giggle, her nose wrinkling as the smell deepened and lingered. I am so sorry—I should, oh, I should go, ohhh that's foul! She scrambled to her little paws and tawdled back a step, her laughter becoming more belly-focused.