This story is all for the fun of it, though it might have some serious elements in it, especially at the end. Just remember: This is not a story to be taken seriously!! You'll find out why in this chapter...
Master Yoda strolled through the majestic halls of the Jedi Temple as the sun steadily rose over Coruscant. The four hundred seventy-two-year-old Jedi Master gave a content sigh as he heard the Jedi start waking up and heading off to breakfast.
Some younglings ran by, laughing the whole way. Yoda smiled as they ran down the hall, their laughter echoing off the humungous walls. A Jedi Knight gave a nod of recognition as she walked by. Yes, everything was perfectly calm and perfect today… at least until Yoda heard a whimper in front of him. Yoda looked down to see… to see…to see a puppy.
The little puppy had short light brown fur with a black patch on its back. Small, soft, pointed ears were peeled back in fright. Yoda blinked at the puppy for a moment, and then noticed that he sensed something odd from the dog…no, he couldn't have sensed that!
The great Jedi Master had had many curves and surprises thrown at him by the Force, but this?
A Force-sensitive dog?
The puppy continued to whine, its tail between its chubby little legs.
"Lost your mother, have you?" Yoda asked it. The dog offered another whimper in reply. The Jedi shook his head; this was crazy. He was talking to a puppy. But the dog—strange as it seemed—almost looked as if it understood what he said!
Yoda actually had to lean over to pick the thing up, it was so small, and he held it in his arms. The puppy suddenly seemed completely relaxed and rolled on its back right in his grip. Yoda let out a chuckle.
"A playful one, you are," he commented. "But how get in here, did you?"
The puppy actually… did it? Yoda followed the puppy's paw… to see the main entrance. The dog pointed where it had come from! No, no, no… Yoda shook his head; he was just a little groggy this morning. Yeah, that was it. The puppy was just stretching its leg; it wasn't pointing. The dog wasn't helping with the argument; it gave him a curious look, cocking its head to the side.
"Master Yoda?"
Yoda turned to see a youngling staring at the puppy.
"What is it?" the youngling asked.
"A puppy, it is," Yoda replied. Almost as if on cue, the dog hopped out of his arms and walked up to the youngling. The three-year-old Zabrak giggled as the puppy licked her hand.
"He's cute!"
"Believe, I do that a girl she is, hmm?" Yoda told her.
"Oh." The youngling looked back down at the puppy. "Sorry."
The puppy nodded her head in recognition. Wait… in recognition? Yoda shook his head; he was going a little overboard with this.
"Can we keep her?" she asked.
Yoda was caught off guard by the question, but he only showed it through a blink that the three-year-old didn't catch. 'Keep her'? Jedi didn't have possessions, including pets! But Yoda wasn't exactly one to stick to the rule book directly; after all, most Knights called him 'The Master Imp'.
"Hmm…" Yoda thought out loud. The youngling held her breath. "What name her, will you?"
The girl gasped in delight. "How about Kita?"
"Kita… very well; Kita, it is,"
Well, perhaps the puppy didn't have to be a pet… some cultures included animals as a part of the family. Besides, maybe it would make the Temple a more cheerful place…
…At least, after the dog was refresher trained.
So what do you think? You think I should go on?