Sun Mote Copse we're not weird, we just seem like we are.

Elfie's grin grew even wider in response and he leaned up a little to have a curious sniff at his grandmother's mouth. Her breath smelled different from that of Weejay's - no milk there. In fact, a myriad of smells and for a moment he was lost in trying to wrap his mind around them - as a kid, who is looking at a book that he is yet unable to read yet. 

And then he decided to try again to break free and began to wriggle, until he managed this, only to tumble on his back and remain there lying helplessly just like an upturned beetle. "EEP, eeep-eeeep," he began to wail, though this time the tone was soft and pleading. He was in trouble that he could not get himself out of.