Sun Mote Copse 'twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Weejay could amuse herself for hours doing this weird ring-around-the-rosies dance, and she probably would have continued to frolic around Sugar Glider for a while if the aforementioned puppy didn't just suddenly sink to the ground. Weejay scrambled to a stop, dirt and pebbles clattering -- what had just happened?

Sugar Glider looked okay, but her dark eyes spilled with disorientation. Weejay snuffed at her cousin rather intrusively, her cold wet nose working overtime to try to figure out why Sugar had just collapsed like that. Had she broke her? Oops.