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He frowned as deeply as he could, trying to pull the skin tight. He bit onto the corner of his lip, so that Crowfeather might not just be tugging at his loose lip for a while, and remained still, whale-eyed as the caretaker's face came closer and closer. Just the touch of his teeth to the porcupine quill made his eyes water and when one was plucked, Jackalope yelped, and then groaned. A tear spilled down his cheek. 

"I'm not cryin'!" He declared. "It's just so close to my eye," He said, bracing himself- as there were still four more facial quills to go.