Redhawk Caldera For... laughs?

Set within Puppypile Cave, open to all yall.

First it was the eyes — now, a few days later, one of his ears had done a thing. It happened while he was sleeping; yet as soon as it finished unfurling, everything changed. The entire universe was made up of irritating little things and, aside from being the Chief Irritant most of the time, Titmouse was generally unaware. It wasn't until the little fam-bam had moved all the little potatos to a new base of operations that things began to really get weird.

Titmouse was, strangely enough, very sensitive to sound. The slightest chirp of his siblings was caught in his newly uncovered ear, or their shuffling, or the sound of his own pulse while his face was burrowed against the pile of bodies. Most of all, he could hear a dull drip drip drip of ceaseless drip noise drip interrupting his precious - drip! - 

UUWAAAUUUUGHHHNNHAA! (that was his word for sleep).