Swiftcurrent Creek I sew myself shut

He winced, but it wasn't as bad. But still it didn't feel wonderful. He yawned and shook his head. 

Too much sleep makes me feel like i ate rotten fruit on am empty stomach.

A curl of paw in the dirt. A crack of neck. Long limbs pressed underneath him amd a soft oof.

I feel like a giant named frank chewed me up and spit me out.