Honeyed Pasture liriodendron tulipifera

Earlier that morning, Silktail had crept beneath Tytonidae’s tail after feeding, utterly content as she curled up to sleep. She was unaware that when she woke up, she would be staring straight into her mother’s asshole. She couldn’t know what it was—and it was pretty dark underneath that black bottlebrush—but there was just enough light for the pup to realize something was amiss and let out a scream so piercing it likely vaporized Aditya’s bee.