Swiftcurrent Creek A fart is just a turd honking for the right of way

His gut ceased its rumbling and Relonkiv sighed as a sense of relief washed over him. Suddenly, he was quite ready for another nap. Mindless of the mess he'd made, he shifted his weight and slid off Julius, onto the side opposite of Trajan. It was impossible to ignore the rank smell in the den, though eventually his little nose grew used to it. Anyway, he could put a paw over it (his nose). In just such a position, he fell asleep with the rest, leaving their poor mother and aunt to deal with the hideous mess.