Bearclaw Valley my moon, oh my moon

It was all over for Lucas; a vicious feedback loop had begun. He was embarrassed, of course, and without tan-and-white fur to cover his face, it might have been beet red. But he just couldn't stop laughing. Mona's laughter drifted to his ears from outside and kept his giggles going, and farts were just hilarious, and every round of laughter that shook his portly gut also made his rear end staccato with little pff-pffts, and so it was never-ending.

Eventually, when his belly began to ache and his breath came in whooping gasps while his lungs struggled to catch up, he took a huge breath to try to calm himself. It didn't work, of course; he managed to hold his composure for exactly 1.3 seconds before he burst out laughing again, tears streaming down his face. All the while he tried to remove himself from the hole, and discovered at some point that he just couldn't. Somewhere between fits of mirth, Lucas managed to wheeze out a little, "'m stuck!"