Redhawk Caldera Upon which you seek

Ponyboy had not been stargazing, nor had he been gawking at the moon but nevertheless he'd managed to get his fur full of burdocks. He'd tumbled from a log he'd been trying to cross and right into a bush flush with burrs which were more than happy to cling to his fur in clumps. Some of them were easy enough to remove but he wasn't bothered by those.  The ones that irked him the most were the ones he simply could not reach, no matter how hard he tried. 

And so, he went in circles- around and around, growling as he tried to chase down his own tail to pull the burrs from his rear end. He worked himself into a frenzy, until eventually the whirling in circles wound him up into a tizzy, and he simply tucked his burr-filled tail between his burr-filled hind legs, and shot off with a case of the zoomies, whale-eyed and snarling like an angry little goblin. 

He noticed Amalia and Boris as he flew past them- and not being able to put on the brakes, he simply continued to zoom around the pair of them, obnoxiously demanding their attention, as he tried to outrun the uncomfortable, prickly burdocks.