Wheeling Gull Isle dance with me and shake your bones.

Harley seemed pretty mystified by the sudden absence of Towhee’s appendages. She chortled to herself as the pup nosed around, searching for them. She eventually wandered toward the Redhawk’s rear, at which point she let out a massive fart (the seafood diet was giving her gas).

Only the joke was on Towhee because a) it was a shart and b) her tail was tucked, so rather than toot in poor Harley’s face, she full-on shat herself.