Swiftcurrent Creek What's that?

Just relax? Relax?! RELAX????!!!!!

Burdock stared at his dad, as if he had just suggested to just have a little cholera (not that he knew, what it was, but the feeling was there). He could not move. That bump in the tree root had probably pierced his skin and muscle and would definitely snap his back next. And that unhelpful sister of his was throwing out insults and would probably cover him in sand. 

It started slowly - a quiet whine gradually grew into a loud wail and resulted in a full-blown crescendo scream. All the while his dad and sister was digging around him and inadvertently making dust land fill his mouth. So the symphony ended just as abruptly as it had started. And by the time Burdock's dad and sister had managed to free the fat potato from the deadly clutches of the ground and tree-root, he was lying flat on is belly, screaming and coughing and coughing and screaming. 

Burdock was upset and, what was worst, he could no longer remember, why.