A/N: I don't know about you guys, but this May Day thing is kind of tradition in my family. It seems like no one else has heard of it, but we still do it a couple of friends. I'm covering most of the minor holidays for this pairing, and I couldn't resist doing this one. Enjoy!
Belle stretched as she stood from her chair. She'd spent the past couple hours patching Rumplestiltskin's clothing. She knew he could do it without lifting a finger but he seemed to be getting a sadistic pleasure from her toiling for hours over them. She left the unsewn ones in their pile; they'd be there tomorrow and she was dead tired. As Belle opened the door, she saw a small box at the foot of the door. Bending down, she picked it up and held it at eyelevel. There were small holes in it and strange scuffling noise was emitted from it. She carried it over to the table and turned up the lamp, the better to see whatever strange thing was about to assault her. Standing as far back as she could, Belle quickly flipped the lid off. Nothing came flying out at her, but two small paws came up to rest on the edge of the box. They were quickly followed by the fuzzy head of border collie. Belle couldn't repress the soft, 'Aw…' as she lifted the puppy from its box. It immediately began licking her hands and face, whatever it could reach. Belle held it to her, smiling and laughing. At the bottom of the box was a note:
It's the first of May, traditionally known as May Day. Ritual says that one should give a gift to another. If the giver is caught, they must give the receiver a kiss. I dare you.
Challenge accepted, thought Belle with a soft giggle as she cradled the puppy. Rumplestiltskin would never see her coming.
Rumplestiltskin was in his work room mixing ingredient for a potion when the door creaked open. He grinned and Appeared at it in his puff of smoke. Yanking it open, he was surprised to find the hallway deserted. He closed the door in disappointment and turned around only to find a small kitten sitting at his feet, batting the ties on his boots. He picked up the small orange thing, untying the ribbon from its neck and reading the card:
Gottcha!
He couldn't resist the grin that sprung to his face. Clearly he had underestimated his caretaker. He went back to his potions with a scheming grin, leaving the kitten to bat at the tassels hanging off the tablecloth.