A/N: I feel bad for Digby. I really do. I'd like to see more stories about him, though I'm probably the only one. Whatever.
Disclaimer: Do I own it? Ha. I wish.
Hello, everyone. The one-and-only Digby here. How am I typing, you ask? Simple. This is fanfiction.
I've been keeping a close eye on the Pushing Daisies fandom, and, I'm pleased to announce, it's been growing slowly but surely. However, even though there are plenty of stories in here and on other sites, the fandom seems to be missing something: stories about me. Come on! I'm the ever-loveable companion! The silent witness! I've known Ned since he was a pup. Yet, for some reason, there is nothing written about me. Nada. Zippo. Zilch.
Now, I know you're sitting there, thinking, "Poor Digby! I didn't know he was so ignored! Why don't authors write about him?" Well, I've got an easy solution: write me a story.
I can understand why you authors haven't written about me yet. I mean, it's not your fault that you just had to write that fluffy romance between Alfredo and a murder victim's sister. It's okay that you ignored me to write about Aunt Lily's secret love of pineapples. I can't blame you for writing about Olive's bad hair-dying experience. I mean, that's important stuff right there. That's way more entertaining than an undead dog, right?
Look, all I'm saying is, I just want a fic or two of my own. Just a drabble or a one-shot is all I need. Is that too much to ask? I swear I don't care what it's about. You can write anything. Anything, really! I don't care if it's an angsty death!fic or if it's a mushy romance between me and Pigby. Hell, you can even throw in an OC or a Mary Sue for all I care. Just write something!
Hopefully, now that I've taken the time to address this situation, this wrongdoing will be rectified. I wish I could stay longer, but Olive has just opened a carton of ice cream, and Pigby and I have plans to guilt her into giving us some. I'll be looking forward to reading your Digby stories when I get back. Happy writing!
Woof.
