Sun Mote Copse You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter

Phox was right: Alyx's fur was now coated in filth. The splotches of mud on her side were smeared and dotted with bits of grass, while a heavy layer of dust covered every other inch of her. If Alyx realized this, she didn't show it. She was too busy shrieking and throwing her little body around in wild convulsions, waiting for some angel of justice to descend and make right the horrible wrong that her daddy dearest had committed.

Of course, Phox knew that for a parent, it was sometimes best to just let these things run their course. The longer she thrashed around with no reaction besides a grin from her father, the more worked up Alyx became. Soon, she found her feet and began a veritable stampede, hopping around and striking the ground with her forepaws and kicking like a riled stallion and screaming all the while, throwing herself into a total frenzy, all over a little bit of mud on her coat.