Chapter 1: The diary of Honeycake Part: 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable character.

Woof! Woof!

So, it all started that day. That day, when I woke up, I knew something was amiss. I know, you will ask now, "Why? Why did you think so, dear Honeycake?" I will tell you why. Because that day, when I woke up, my back was really scratchy. Yes, now you feel as terrible as I felt that day. You already know what an ominous sign my scratchy back can be. Last time it happened, Farmer Oto was hit on his head by the handle of his rake and he remained unconscious for the whole day! (Not that it had anything to do with my effort of relieving the scratch with the help of the said rake.) Also, do you remember the time, when little Marigold slipped and fell in the ditch? That time also, I had the same feeling. (I will again deny my involvement in the matter; I just tried to use her leg to get rid of that disgusted sensation, pooh. Now you agree that I was totally innocent, aye?)

Oh, I can see, you are getting impatient with these side stories. Actually, you see, until and unless you realize why I was feeling horrible that day, as soon as I woke up, you would never be able to imagine what might have happened next. It is just to save you from a huge fright later on. They are not good for health.

Now, where was I? Ah, I remember, it was that fateful day. I just rolled on the floor and though it was a minor thing, I was becoming apprehensive. You would also be if you were in my place. This is what happened next.

"Sniff! Sniff!"

Honeycake smelled the air twice more to confirm her suspicions. Yes, she was right. The Little Man under The Hill was baking the biscuits she loved so much. Stopping in a mid-roll, she happily pranced up to the round green door with a golden handle (which she always thought to be cute) and let out a small bark.

"Bow! Wow!"

It was not the type of bark that would make you want to hide with fear. Rather, it was that type of bark that instantly would make you want to cuddle the one that barked. And also to feed her with a cookie or two, maybe.

The Little Man, (as she fondly referred to the one whom we know as Bilbo Baggins. She never liked the name, really, it was too queer! Who on the whole of The Shire would name his son as Bilbo, anyway?), called out from inside.

"Good morning, little Honeycake. It seems, as always, that the keen nose of yours has not failed to lead you to my biscuits! Not that I mind."

Her ears perked up. With much difficulty, she picked up the pitter-patter of a pair of feet behind the door. "They can be quite silent" she mused. Then, a quiet click- the door opened to reveal her Little Man with a tray of biscuit. She was already drooling, without her knowing it.

"Quick, quick!" said he, while laying some biscuits in front of her. "They would not remain as crispy if you keep looking at them. Eat on!"

But, was the warning necessary? Not really. She has already started to gobble up the biscuits as fast she could help. By the love of the God of dogs, they were tasty!

Bilbo laughed merrily. "Now now, little one, not that quickly! It might get stuck in your throat!"

She just snorted. Nibbling on the last bit of the delicacy, she noticed from the corner of her eye that Bilbo has again gone inside his hole.

"Must be to fetch his pipe" she thought.

As it turned out, she was right.

Author's Note: this is the result of eating chili chicken and studying nervous system at 1:00 in the night. Is Honeycake too OOC for a dog? Is the story good? Or bad? Please review and tell! I will try to update as soon as possible. So, good night(I just mean it to be a good night, :P)!