"Lucy, wait!" Schroeder yelled as he chased after the girl who drove him crazy. The cupcake still in his hand, he ran to his front door, watching in dismay as she disappeared from sight.

He still couldn't believe that she'd gone to so much trouble to bake him a cupcake in honor of the greatest day of the year; Beethoven's birthday. No one had ever done anything like that for him before and before he knew what was happening, he'd leaned across the piano and kissed her cheek.

Darn that Snoopy, climbing on his piano just as Lucy opened her eyes! He should have known that she'd run away in disgust, given her dislike of dog germs.

He could still remember the horrified look on her face at Violet's Halloween party when she'd gone bobbing for apples only to find that Snoopy was holding onto the same apple-between his teeth!

Or the time when Snoopy had kissed her during the rehearsal for the Christmas play. She'd run around screaming for hot water and disinfectant, leaving Snoopy heartbroken.

Did dogs even have feelings? He wasn't sure, but he knew one thing. Snoopy wasn't like ordinary dogs. He could be anything; a World War I Flying Ace, a writer, and so many other personas, Schroeder could hardly keep up with them all. Yet even with such a diverse range talents, Schroeder still wasn't convinced that Snoopy had feelings.

Lucy however did have feelings and Schroeder could never figure out why she wouldn't leave him alone. All he wanted was to play his piano in peace. And yet, despite his objections, she came day after day; staring at him as though he was the most fascinating person she'd ever known. One thing was certain, though. Lucy was the most annoying girl on the planet.

So why was he so intent on finding her?

He tried one last time, determined to give up if he wasn't successful.

"LUCY!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, hoping that she would hear him. But it was no use. She was nowhere to be found.

And worse, she might never come back.

With a sigh he went back to his piano and sat down, playing a slow sad version of Fur Elise. However, it just didn't have the same feel to it. He tried Mondschein-Sonate , Pastorale and even Sturm-Sonate. Yet, still he was miserable.

Finally in frustration he pounded the keys of his toy piano, nearly breaking it in the process. But who cared?

Without someone to play for, what was the point?