A pile of old cardboard boxes had broken the fall, but his friend had suffered a far more shocking fate than a back injury. Aphid had latched on with a strong grip, face mushed into Mr Growls while she furiously made out greedily. Given his position and the changeling on top of him, Mr Growls was pinned down as Aphid, to put it bluntly, took advantage of him. Burrow could only stand and stare for a few moments as legs kicked weakly and wings buzzed erratically. 