Her legs kicked and occasionally a hoof would graze or scrape a bedsheeted arm or torso. Barely a few houses away from their destination, Mr Growls finally ran out of patience. They swerved into a small alley, and Burrow found himself lowered gently to the ground. Relieved that he was once again on solid ground but worried as to what was become of Aphid, he looked up at his friend as Mr Growls struggled to move Aphid into both of his hands. 