Bearclaw Valley i speak for the trees

Unleashing his inner skunk, Falk let out an air biscuit that could've curdled their mother's milk. Some might say an empty house was better than a bad tenant but this was the kind of tenant that probably should have just been boarded in. Periwinkle gasped and gagged, only to find that wafts of Falk's booty belch tasted as bad as it smelled. 

The stranger was forgotten as Periwinkle squinted her eyes and began to army-crawl away from Falk, hoarking in disgust amid a gaggle of giggles because let's face it- farts at this age were still very funny, no matter how bad they smelled (and tasted!).