Round and round and round he goes, biting and rubbing against tree bark to no avail. This strange prickling, annoying feeling that climbed up his legs and around his back only made things that much worse. He bit at his legs, as the reach was easy, but his rump and back were another story. Nothing could alleviate it, and worse, his legs despite being within range slowly began to hurt the more he tried. The stinging only worsened and climbed up and around his legs farther, stretching to his belly and back legs, and soon his tail began to tingle as well.
The ivy leaves were all around, in a wide circle, and the more he thrashed and tried to scratch himself, the more he exposed himself to the mass of biting leaves. Eventually he stands still, and finds a pool of water nearby that he hadn't noticed before. He dives in, the cool water helping, and he pouts. The stinging itching had not gone away, but at least the cool water had taught him a lesson about looking where he was going, and being alert. Perhaps now, he had become the itch.