Pip's Playful Pranks

Pip, having witnessed the delightful (and slightly alarming) chaos the pixie had wrought, felt a tickle of inspiration in his fluffy tail. He was, after all, Lily's creation, and surely that meant he had a little bit of her own imaginative spark, albeit channeled into more… canine endeavors. The pixie had been a whirlwind of giggles and minor mayhem, and while Lily had been quite stressed about it, Pip had secretly found it rather amusing. Now, with the pixie thankfully faded back into the ether, Pip decided it was his turn for a little bit of fun.

He trotted over to Lily’s drawing desk, his tail giving a hopeful thump-thump against the wooden leg. Lily was meticulously shading a fluffy cloud, her brow furrowed in concentration. Pip nudged her hand with his wet nose.

“Whatcha doin’, Lily?” he asked, his voice a cheerful rumble.