Valley of Gold I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself

The puppy pile was quiet tonight — and distinctly lacking one of its flaxen components. Foxglove had crept away from her sisters, grumpy in the aftermath of being rudely woken by @Dahlia's foot in her face. She wasn't sure where Mama and Dusty Rose were. Not here, though, which wasn't too unusual. Just inconvenient.

In lieu of comfort, Fox opted for revenge. She tugged a pelt up over Dahlia's head, scooting her butt beneath the fur simultaneously to unleash a silent but deadly fart. Then she dropped the pelt and scurried away.