It was a perfect day for an adventure. The sun was shining, a breeze was blowing, and best of all, the beans were out, leaving their giant beast restrained to the back yard.
"This is a really, really, really bad idea," Darcy repeated to her brother for the third time in as many minutes. She didn't know why she'd let him talk her into this, but now she was seriously regretting it.
"Oh, come on Darcy, lighten up and live a little. It'll be fun!"
"Dean, I don't know what your definition of fun is, but mine does not include being eaten alive by a puppy."
The two young borrowers were currently crouched behind the porch stairs of the huge bean dwelling, occasionally peeking around the obstacle to look at the forlorn creature. Its head was resting on its paws, and it was looking thoroughly depressed at being left alone for any period of time.
Noticing where her attention was, Dean pointed and made a puppy face of his own.
"Doesn't Lucy look lonely? We could keep her company till the beans get back. Come on, Darcy, you know you can't say no to a face like that."
"You just want to ride her like you saw on the picture box," she grumbled. "Honestly, I knew beans were crazy, but riding a bull for entertainment? Seriously, that one guy almost got his eyebrow ripped off!"
"Yeah, but Lucy doesn't have horns, and you saw Dad pet her the other day. Go back if you want to, but I'm staying."
With that, he stood up and walked out towards the dog, looking like he was trying a little too hard to appear confident. Darcy rolled her eyes and followed him, knowing their mom would blow a fuze if she showed up without him.
He stopped after walking about twenty yards, then put his fingers in his mouth and started making weird blowing noises. Darcy stared at him like he was crazy.
"What the heck are you doing?"
His eyebrows furrowed and he frowned disappointedly. "I'm trying do that cool whistle that was on the picture box, but it's not working."
She snorted. "You're doing it wrong, it goes like this. PHHWWWeeeeeEEEEETT!"
The dog's head suddenly perked up, her tail wagging, then she jumped up and started running toward them. Darcy's eyes widened as she realized her mistake, then she turned tail.
She gasped when the puppy bowled her over, momentarily knocking the wind out of her, then shrieked when she started licking her back and neck.
"GAH! Bad dog, bad- oof- stop- eek- GET OFF!"
"Haha, good job, sis," she heard her brother shout. Lucy let out an almost startled sounding bark, hopped off of her, then started running in circles, looking rather confused. Clutching her collar and laughing wildly, was her brother, who had taken advantage of the puppy's briefly parked position to scramble onto her neck.
Darcy growled to herself and blew a strand of hair out of her face. She'd have to get back at him somehow for that. Not that it had necessarily been his fault, but he'd still gotten something out of it, which equated to pretty much the same thing in her mind.
She caught something out of the corner her eye and she turned curiously to find a large, rubber bouncy ball lying abandoned. She picked it up, and while it was still rather cumbersome, she was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn't as heavy as it looked. A mischievous smile crossed her face as she turned back to where the puppy was continuing to run around, to the unending amusement of her brother, and let out another ear-piercing whistle to get her attention.
Lucy turned on a dime, almost sending Dean flying over her shoulders, then skidded to a halt in front of Darcy, who had set the ball on the ground and was rolling it back and forth between her hands. Lucy's rear instantly went into the air and wiggled excitedly, waiting to see what she'd do.
"Uh, Darcy? What are you doing?" Dean asked, sounding a little wary.
Rather than answer, she picked up the ball, faked left, then rolled it between Lucy's legs.
The puppy had jumped, throwing Dean off balance, then ducked her head trying to go after the ball, sending Dean tumbling off. He landed face-first, then looked up, spitting grass out of his mouth.
"Ow," he groaned, glaring at her and rubbing his head. "That wasn't very- Blagh!"
Lucy was very glad to finally find the mystery creature that had been shouting in her ear and expressed this happiness by thoroughly sliming him
"Bleck- no- bad Lucy- stop- gah- DARCY!"
"Hehe, my turn!"