Burrow frowned, and shook his head. “Eh… no thanks, I’ll pass.” A rustling drew his attention back to Mr Growls, who was now trying to sit upright amongst the pile of trash. Forgetting about Aphid, he hurried over towards his friend and pushed against his back to lend a hoof. Mr Growls sat up with a grunt and a wince, one hand rubbing the back of his head. 