Sun Mote Copse the frumious bandersnatch!

He paused in his nibbling and grabbing when he was informed that he was actually suffering from a much more grave injury than simply having a sore shoulder from falling on it. His head was on fire? It only took him a fraction of a second to understand what was going on- and he, like any young child, was quick and keen to get into the game of pretend, even though it meant that he was in the losing part of the story. Acting his part, he let go of Sugar and writhed on the ground, uttering all sorts of mournful, painful noises that caused his mother's hackles to bristle, until she leapt off him and toward the brook. 

He dashed after her, flinging dirt up with his little paws as he did so (and inadvertantly toward his mother who simply sighed and shook her head) and went tumbling into the water as soon as he hit the wet rocks. He did a somersault, and ended up plunging his entire head into the water as he fell arse over tea kettle, and came up coughing and hacking, spitting water out as he laughed.