Tickling. Where is it coming from? It's quite annoying.
The filly opened her cyan eyes slowly. On her muzzle she could see something... brown. Brown? That's not supposed to be there. She yawned and raised her head slowly, clearing her vision with a few more blinks. Hmm... it looked like a stick, but it was shaped more like a chunk of bark. She wiggled her nose a bit, then flared her nostrils. It seemed to be clinging to her face with a bunch of spindly little legs...
"EEWYEEK!" Teppy screamed, bursting from her cave-like resting spot in the bushes. She kicked wildly and shook her head without really watching where she was going. "Get it off! Wake-up! HELP!" she cried, knowing that her family was somewhere nearby, though her eyes were shut tight now and she hadn't a clue where. The bug, a centipede, had flown off in the grass somewhere a long time ago, but Teppy didn't notice.
