Inside, larger birds stood. Ori stopped and stood there. These birds looked strange. His Diamond came and stood next to him. She and her pup looked at each other.
The pup looked at the birds in the pens. They were not at all like the other birds. These were bigger and looked more meaner. Origo dared go near them.
Diamond smiled as she went to the owner of the stall. An old lady sat of a three legged wooden stall. She smiled as Diamond came over.
"Could I have a turkey please?" she asked.
The woman smiled warmly.
"Of course dear" she said, slowly getting up from her stall.
Ori was hiding behind his Diamond. The pup watched the woman pick out one of the birds. Origo moved away, not liking them. like before, the bird was placed on the chopping board.
Origo saw the big knife held in the woman's hand. The puppy watched the woman chop the head off of the strange creature.
Diamond smiled as he looked down at him.
"You alright?" she asked.
Origo whined and looked at the birds. Diamond looked at them as well.
"Their turkey, you eat them" she said.
The small pup tilted his head and whined again, he then looked back up. The woman was plucking the feathers off the bird.
Hunger was now getting to Diamond. The coldness of the wind seemed to be getting to her now. The woman made a pile of feathers, some of which blew away in the wind.
It took her a few minutes to pluck and wrap the bird.
"There you go dear" she said, handing it to Diamond.
Diamond smiled as she took it. it was a very heavy bird. Origo was still standing at her feet, his little tail was wagging. Diamond thought to herself.
"I need vegetables"
She knew exactly where to get them. Diamond took a large breath and looked down at the pup.
"Come on, lets go home" she said.
The puppy barked happily and bounded off. Diamond smiled and looked up the icy hill. Figures could be seen walking up and down the hill.
It was then that Diamond stopped. Her eyes had fell on something. A large hole in the side of the hill.
"That's strange" Diamond told herself.
Origo stopped as well. His little eyes were still darting around. Diamond then started to walk again. she was going to see what had happened to it.
Her house was walked past, the burnt home was just a few holes down the line. The path was still icy, but that didn't matter to her.
As Diamond rounded the shallow bend in the road. The burnt out home came into view. It was then that she knew who's it was.
The hobbit slowly walked over to the broken gate. The whole top of the hill had collapsed. The inside was black, the large front door seemed to be hanging by a hinge. The opposite side had been coloured black by the fire. The wooden supports had been badly burnt. Some had even fallen to the ground.
Diamond noticed that the front part of the house looked cleaner then the rest. On the field behind Diamond was a large pile of burnt and black wood.
"Oh my" she said, looking at the complete devastation.
After a few seconds, she started to walk back home. Origo, who had been looking at the house as well, quickly followed suit.
Diamond opened the gate to her home. She looked back and, when Ori had made his way though, closed the gate. The little hatch clicked into place.
The large front door was opened. A wave of very warm air hit both of them. Origo walked in and Diamond shut the door again. The candles flickered as she stood there. Origo shook himself off, a small bit of freezing water flew off.
Diamond took off her coat off and hung it up. The basket, which had been placed on the floor, was then picked up. The weight made it harder to carry. But luckily, Diamond didn't have to carry it that far.
As she arrived in the kitchen, she noticed that Pippin had left a plate on the table. Diamond took a deep breath as she placed the basket on the table.
She then walked away, picking the plate up as she went. She placed it by the sink.
"Now, where could Pippin be?" Diamond asked herself.
Walking out of the room, she headed to the study. The house seemed to be quiet. But the study was empty. All of the books had been placed neatly in shelves that lined the walls.
"Pippin?" Diamond asked.
Pippin was in fact in the lounge. He had sat down on the large sofa that they had. Faramir was wrapped up in his arms. The baby was sleeping peacefully.
The fire was ranging, it dared crackle. The flames dances almost hypnotically. Pippins eyes seemed to be fixed on the red flames. The door to his side opened and Diamond walked in.
Pippin's gaze was then broken. Diamond was looked at him. Her eyes glance from her son to her husband.
"Shush, he's asleep" Pippin told her.
It was then that Diamond had seen a different side to her dear Pippin.
"I think something has happened to Pimpernel" Diamond said.
Pippin looked up.
"Pardon?" he asked, not quite hearing or believing what Diamond just said.
"As I was walking back, there was a home and it had been burnt to nothing" Diamond said.
Pippin then stood up. He wanted to see for himself. Diamond took her son from Pip.
"I'll be back in a few minutes" Pip said, not knowing what he would see.
He gave Diamond a peck on the cheek and walked out of the room. He walked down the hall way, leaving Diamond holding Faramir.
Pip's coat had been hung up like Diamonds. He unhooked it and placed it on. The coldness outside was deepening as the snowy clouds gathered over head.
Pippin opened up the door. Like all hobbits that ventured outside at this time, a cold wind blew at him. His hair was blown across his face as he closed the door.
Pippin looked along the path. His sprits couldn't be higher then they were at this moment in time. But worry was about to steal it. The snow crunched under foot as he made his way up towards where his sister lived.
As he rounded the small corner, his eyes suddenly fell on a site that he never would have expected. He now believed what Diamond had told him.
Picking up the pace, Pippin soon arrived at the gate. His eyes lay on the devastation before him. Worry swept over him like water. Without thinking about what he was doing, Pippin went past the small wall that made up the boundary between the road and garden.
There were shards of glass and blackened wood. A part of the mess have been cleared away. Snow was laying in a carpet all across the inside of the building.
Pip did not go far inside, everything looked like it could come down in the weakest breeze. The hobbit slowly picked up a piece of black wood.
Without a second thought, he turned on his heels and walked as quickly as he could away from it. but he had no plan on going back to his home.
Instead, he made for his mother and father's. They were the first people that came into his head. The ice under foot didn't really bother Pip, but it still took him a longer while to get to their house.
A knock came at the door. The bangs echoed though the house. Paladin was sitting in his study, his spirits had hardly lifted since Pimpernel's accident.
His concentration had been taken away from him as he looked around. A pipe had been placed in his mouth. The end was smoking with silver smoke.
Paladin sat upon a wooden seat. A writing desk had been placed facing the window. A fire was gently crackling in the fireplace.
Eglantine was in the kitchen. She had just placed lunch into the oven when three more bangs echoed though the house. She smiled as she walked away.
Candles flicked as she walked past them. The door clicked open. Standing there, was her youngest child and only son, Pippin.
"Pippin!" she said, having not seen him for the past few days.
But something in Pippin's eyes said a lot.
"Where is she?" he asked.
Eglantine took a deep breath.
"You better come in, you have a lot of catching up to do"
Pippin came in and the door was closed. Eglantine and Pippin walked though the house to the kitchen.
"What happened?" Pippin asked as they reached the kitchen.
Eglantine knew that she didn't want to talk about it. It still hurt her.
"Pimpernel is alright, she's at Pearl's house now. A few days ago, a week ago I think. A large fire tore down Pimpernel's home. Apparently, everything was destroyed" she told her son.
Pippin was looking at her.
"Why is she not here?" he asked.
His mother looked sad. She loved all of her children. But this was a very difficult time for her. The fact that she nearly lost one of her precious children. But she couldn't admit it. it was burning her very soul to not say it.
"I… because…"
But she couldn't get the right words. Behind Pippin, Paladin slowly emerged. His pipe had been put out, he needed to walk to his son.
Pippin turned around and looked at his father. Both of the people in the room had some what changed. Pippin couldn't understand what had happened.
"Peregrin lad, I need to talk to you"
Peregrin turned around. His father had a look that made Pippin think that it was important. The hobbit slowly walked out of the kitchen. Eglantine didn't even know what it was about.
At the same time, a small puppy was curled up on the bed. Pimpernel was in the kitchen. The two girls were having an early lunch.
A large chicken had been cooked in the oven. It had slices taken out of it already. There were bowls of different foods. Green sprouts, orange carrots, light brown roast potatoes were in abundance.
Pimpernel had piled enough food on to her plate. There was a small boat of dark brown gravy cooling on the table. Mugs of golden ale sat before each of the girls.
Both Pimpernel and Pearl were eating. Silence was all around them. Only the sound of their knives and forks hitting the china plates as they were cut though meat or vegetables.
The smell of roast chicken was now radiating all though the house. It was one of the favourite smells. The honey taste was strong in the meat.
The coldness outside was forgotten as the girls ate. None of them knew that their little brother was back home. Abira, Pimpernel's puppy, was now waking up. the small pup stretched and yawned. The bed she was on was very comfy indeed. the warmth was still making her sleepy.
A smell hit her nose. But it was not of bacon like she had now wanted, it was a strange smell. One that she didn't like. The puppy sat up, the candles had been put out around the room. But the fire was still burning.
Reluctantly, Abira walked to the edge of the bed. She looked down to the floor. it seemed a very long way for a puppy.
The small puppy started to bark. The noise echoed though the house. Pearl and Pimpernel were still sitting in their seats. Nelly smiled as she placed her knife and fork down.
"I'll be back in a minute" she said, getting up.
She smiled as she walked out of the room. Abira's barks were still going. The room that she was staying in came into view. the door was left ajar.
Pimpernel walked to it and opened it. Standing on her bed was a puppy. She had brown marking on his little fluffy paws and over her eyes.
A smile came over her. She loved the little pup.
"What's up?" Nelly asked, picking up the small pup.
Abira yawned as Pimpernel held her.
"You hungry?" the hobbit asked.
Abira nodded and licked her owner. Nelly laughed and turned around. She then walked out of the door with Abira resting on her shoulder.
Pearl was still sitting down. More roast potatoes had been piled onto her plate. Fresh gravy had been poured on top of them. Pimpernel then came back into the room.
She sat back down in her seat and placed Abira on her lap. The puppy sat down and yawned for the second time. Her little head was barely higher then the edge of the table. Her eyes were darting around the kitchen. There were a lot of new smells. The pup had never seen so many new objects.
She gave a small whine and looked up at her Pimpernel.
"Alright, I'll get you your lunch soon, alright?" Nelly told her.
Pearl cut up the last of her roast potato and ate it. She knew that she would be the one to cook the bacon for her sister. The knife and fork were then placed on the empty plate.
The bowls in front of them had been emptied. All of the potatoes had been eaten. All of the sprouts, parsnips, carrots, peas and meat had gone as well.
Pearl picked up her mug of ale. There was only a little bit left. She drank it until it was gone and took a deep breath. She placed the mug back down on the table mat.
For a moment, she sat there watching her sister. The puppy was watching what Pimpernel was doing as well.
"Right" said Pearl, getting up from her seat.
"I'll start on her bacon" she told Pimpernel.
Pimpernel nodded and smiled.
"Thank you" she said, taking another bite of a crispy potato.
Pearl walked into the cellar and looked around. There were many packets of different foods. But, Pearl was able to find the one that she was looking for. A medium sized packet was picked up.
The hobbit then walked back out into the warm kitchen. The door to the cellar was closed. Abira, who was still on her Pimpernel's lap, watched Pearl closed the door.
The puppy's little eyes tracked the small package. She whined, wanting the bacon right this second. But Pimpernel was not letting her go. One of her large hands was holding onto the puppy. The other was gripping a mug as she drank the last of her ale.
She placed the mug back down. Both girls had eaten as much as they could. There was hardly anything food to thrown away. Only the small bits that had stuck to the side of the bowl.
Pimpernel looked to the window. The sky outside was dark and gloomy. Snow was silently falling to the ground. They were large flakes, some would be easily confused with falling feathers.
Birds found shelter where ever they could. One or two large black crows flew over head. It was the only point of reference point in a white abyss.
All hobbits were inside now. The chimneys threw grey smoke over an ever whitening land. There seemed to be no let up in the clouds. For miles around, all that could be seen in the sky was a mass of white.
The lake in the middle of Hobbiton was icy. A thin layer of ice had formed around the edges. The wind created small waves that lapped on the sheet of ice.
Below the cold surface of the lake, life was thriving. The bottom on the lake was murky. There was a thick layer of silt at the bottom.
Logs scattered the murky water. The light from above was nearly all blocked out. fish and other small creatures were swimming along. The world outside was nonexistent to them.
To them, they were the only ones in the world. The boarders of the lake was the edge of the world. Time didn't matter to these creatures.
In all the homes in Hobbiton, clocks ticked on. The numbers had been placed on their own sections. The number twelve was at the very top. All of the other numbers had been placed in numerical order. The number one had been placed to the right of twelve.
The minute hand made one rotation of the wooden clock every hour. But that was not the only hand making its way around the clock.
A shorter, but thicker looking hand lay over the one. This was the hour hand. It moved from one number to the next every hour and only twice around the clock a day.
Its movement was so slow that it seemed not to move. But sure enough, it did. The hand was slowly moving towards the next number.
Outside, the snow continued to fall. The carpet on the ground grew thicker and thicker. There seemed to be no let up in the velocity of the snow fall.
Trees seemed to be getting the full force of the storm. Their branches were being covered with snow as well. Creatures that were normally out in the hotter weather were now deep down in the roots of the tree. The coldness didn't seem to reach them.
One o'clock turned from two. The snow seemed to be coming down harder then ever before.
Two o'clock slowly turned into three. Origo had now been fed. His Diamond was now sitting in the lounge. Ori jumped onto the faded sofa. The fire was burning in the heath, sending smoke to the coldness outside.
Diamond took a deep breath and looked down at her pup. She gave him a smile.
"How you doing boy?" she asked, stroking the top of his fluffy head.
The puppy yawned, having eaten a large lunch. Origo stretched and laid down next to his Diamond. Faramir took was already asleep in his mothers arms.
Pippin had come back from his mother and fathers home. He had been unusually quiet. He had locked himself away in the study. The words of his father still fresh in his memory.
"I believe my time as Thain is ending. I am getting to old now" he told his son.
There was a different tone to his fathers voice. One that Pippin found to be the truth.
"What are you saying?" Pippin asked.
But he already knew.
"I am saying that your time had come" Paladin said, walking towards a cupboard.
Pippin watched his father open the cupboard. Paladin reached in and got out a small box. It looked very old, as though it had been past down for many generations.
In fact, it had. Paladin looked at his son.
"This" he said.
"Has been past down from one generation to the next and it will be past down to you"
The box was flat and square. Paladin opened it up. sitting on a padded bed was small medallion. Pippin had never seen it before.
"This is the Thain Medallion. Who ever had this is Thain of the Shire" his father told him.
There were no words that Pippin could find to say. Everything was happening too fast for him. Everything seemed like it belonged in some wild dream.
"Peregrin" his father said, looking into his sons eyes.
"It is time that you took it, its time that you past on the Thainship"
There was a moment of silence. The words were yet to hit him properly. "Thainship?" asked Pippin, not quite understanding.
The medallion reflected the light. The box was closed, making Pippin look up.
"I want you to have it Peregrin, it is your time to become Thain" Paladin said.
It was then that Pippin realised how old his father looked. Pippin knew that he hadn't spent more time with his father and now, he was paying the price of his adventures.
"I don't know what to say" Peregrin answered.
Paladin gave a small smile.
"You are strong, son. You have it in you to become the greatest Thain to have ever taken office"
But Pippin wasn't sure. He knew that it would be a lot of work. When he was younger, Pippin's father seemed to be away for most of the time. Coming back often to had rests and to check on his children. But most of the summer months were spend with his father around.
"Will you take it?" Paladin asked.
Pippin looked down. There were two paths that he could take and they were coming onto him quickly.
"Could I think about?" Pippin asked.
"For how long?" Paladin asked his son, still holding the medallion.
Pippin continued to think.
"Over night" he answered.
"Over night will give me enough time"
Paladin took a deep breath and looked down at the box. The leather box looked old, it close to being the oldest air loom that the Tooks possessed.
After a minute, Paladin gave a deep breath.
"Alright, you can have your time. But I will have to know when you come back tomorrow" his father told him.
Pippin nodded.
"I'll have to go" Peregrin said, turning around.
"Take it" Paladin said, holding out the medallion.
Pippin looked back and saw his father holding the box out. Pippin's eyes fell on the box. He then looked into his father's eyes.
"Why?" he asked.
"So you can make up your mind"
Pippin faced his father again. Few a few seconds, all Pippin focused on was the precious box before him. He then came to realise that he father trusted him. After all that he had done. After all the naughty things he had done over the many years.
Pippin extended his hands and grasped the old box. His father gave a small smile as he let go.
"Just think about it" Paladin said.
Those words had stuck with Pippin ever since he got home. The study door was shut, yet a few sounds of Diamond moving around made their way in.
The clock chimed three times signalling three hours past midday. But sound didn't seemed to register with the hobbit as he sat in his own little world.
Before him sat the small leather box. The top was still covering the metal medallion inside. One of his fingers slowly ran down one side of the box. There was so much history inside the box that Pippin dared to open it.
"Should I accept it?" he asked himself.
This was one situation that he needed to think deeply about. A lot of things were happening to Pippin lately and all he could do was go with it.
"That means less fun Pip" said another voice in his head.
Pippin didn't like having this choice. The window was situated above the writing desk. Snow was still pouring outside.
"Yes, but I have a family now" Pippin told himself.
His family meant the world to him. But then again, he wanted to have fun. Drinking and smoking hadn't taken place for a week or two now. His pipe lay empty.
"You still have a day to choose, have some fun!"
A small smile came over his lips.
"Maybe one more ale and smoke" he told himself.
Peregrin stood up, taking the box with him. but the first thing he did was not head for the door, it was to head for a cupboard.
The wooden door was opened. There were empty ink pots on the bottom of the two shelves. On the top was another box, this one was bigger then the one in his hand.
Pippin pulled it out and walked over to the writing desk. The hobbit placed it down and sat back down. There were two gold latches near either end of the box. The box itself was made from polished wood.
The lid was then opened. Inside, there were small, but precious, objects. A green leaf with silver veins lay at the bottom. It was a Lorien Leaf.
Other precious and sentimental gifts lay in there as well. The box that Pippin held was exactly the right sixe to fit into the wooden box.
The lid was closed again, locking it from the outside world. The box was then carried back, slid back into its place and left. The door to the cupboard was then shut.
But Peregrin did not walk off right away. The medallion was screaming at him. Temptation was once again strong in his heart. But he knew he had to leave it for now.
It was harder for Pippin to walk away from the cupboard. The door opened, but was not closed right away. Pippin was standing in the threshold of the door. His eyes looking at the wooden cupboard.
For a whole minute, his eyes targeted nothing but the cupboard. The hobbit took a deep breath and closed the door. The click of the door echoed around the empty house. Candles flickered as Pippin walked down the hall way.
Outside, the snow was still pouring down. There still seemed no end to the trillions of flakes falling from when white abyss above.
Birds were now in their nests. The wind seemed to make the coldness deeper. The flakes carpeted the ground in a sea of white. Only some of the tallest blades of grass were now poking out of the top of the untouched carpet.
The sun was slowly sinking down in the west. The time continued to trickle away as the day grew older. Chimneys were still blowing black smoke into the air.
Origo was still snoozing after a large lunch. But not for much longer. A small something fluttered past him and landed on the sofa.
But it did not wake him yet.
The small creature seemed to walk up to him. It wasn't much taller then the pup laying down. The creature got close to the small pup.
"Origo?" it said.
There were two big wings coming out of the creatures back. But it was no moth or butterfly. It was a fairy. She had long hair, down past her tiny shoulders. She wore a green dress, but nothing on her small feet.
The puppy looked big to her. But she knew that he was friendly.
"Ori?" she asked, reaching out.
Her hand touched the pup's large ear. But still, Ori did not wake.
Meanwhile, Pippin was standing in the cellar. He squatted down and placed a mug on the floor. the small tap was then turned on. A torrent of golden ale started to fill up the mug.
The light from the kitchen reflected on the pillar of liquid. It took a minute or two to fill up to where Pippin wanted it. The small tap was turned off, a few drips escaped the tap and fell before Pippin could pick it up.
But that didn't bother him. his hand wrapped around the handle of the mug. It was now heavier then normal. The ale inside rippled as Pippin walked out.
The door was closed. The mug was now sitting on table. Pippin pulled out on of the seat and sat down. His eyes looked at the surface of the ale. Candle light was being reflected off of the flat surface.
Pippin took a deep breath.
"Well, might as well" he said to himself, picking up the mug again.
He placed it on his lips and took a sip. It had been the first time he had tasted ale in about two weeks. Pippin gave a smile as he took more sips.
Very soon, the whole mug had been drained of ale.
"I think more is in order" Pippin told himself, getting up.
As he reached the cellar door for the second time, barking came from the lounge. Pippin looked around, wondering what Origo was barking about.
The pup had been woken up and was not at all happy. He spotted the small fairy that had woken him up and barked at her.
"Ori, please don't" she said, worry was in her voice now.
She could hear someone coming. She turned and flew upwards as fast as she could. The door suddenly opened and in walked Diamond.
"Ori, what's the matter?" she asked, walking towards him.
She picked her puppy up.
"Had a bad dream?" she asked, kissing him on the head.
But her puppy was looking at her. He was focused on the fairy. Diamond was a little bit confused.
"Origo?" she asked, looking up to where he was.
The ceiling where he was looking was bare to her eyes. Diamond took a deep breath.
"Come on, lets get you some turkey"
So, Origo was carried out. But he could still see the thing that woke him up. The green fairy was fluttering high above. She followed Diamond and Origo, keeping her distance. Diamond entered the kitchen to find Pippin sitting at the table.
A mug of ale was before him. He looked up as Diamond walked by him.
"Oh Pippin" she said, looking in the mug.
Pippin made a confused face.
"What?" he asked, taking another gulp of his ale.
There was a slow change to the hobbit. He swayed a bit as he sat there. The fact that he had not had ale for a week or two made the drunkenness come on quicker then normal.
"You said you wouldn't drink again" she said, placing Origo on the floor.
Pippin looked around.
"Did I?" he asked, not remembering what he said.
The worries of the small medallion were erased the more that he drank. Diamond shook her head as she opened the cellar door.
The fairy had followed then into the kitchen. She fluttered and landed on the chair sitting down. Origo watched her intently, he wanted to see what she was.
The fairy was looking around.
"This is nice" she thought.
Origo walked around the table and stopped. He looked up and saw the fairy sitting there. The fairy looked down at him.
"Are you going to hurt me?" she asked.
Origo tilted his head and looked around. Diamond had come out of the cellar and closed the door. She was now standing at the work top. The turkey had been wrapped in brown paper.
Part of the bird had been carved away already. Diamond smiled as she pulled out a wooden draw. Inside were large cutting knifes. But Diamond only picked out one of them.
The fairy swooped down and fluttered right before Origo. His little eyes looked at the green floating thing before him.
Origo whined. To a human or hobbit, it was just a whine. But to the small fairy, she knew exactly what Origo said.
"I know, I'm sorry" she said.
"Oh I know your hungry Ori" said Diamond, as she cut lots of pieces off.
The pup looked where his Diamond was standing, wondering what she said. The puppy yawned, making his ears moved back.
"I'm Ivy by the way" the fairy said.
The pup tilted his head and walked away. He headed for his Diamond. his bowl on the floor was still empty. Diamond looked down at the puppy whimpered.
"Oh, I know your hungry pup. Just hold on a moment" his Diamond said, cutting a few more slices of white turkey.
There was quite a big pile of meat on the side. The knife was place down and the bowl picked up. Origo watched his Diamond place the slices into the bowl.
"There you go" she said, placing the bowl back on the floor.
Origo's little tail started to wag even more as he started to eat. Ivy fluttered near by and sat on the floor. The puppy was much bigger then she was. Ivy's little wings folded back behind her back. Her hair was long and dark green.
"Do you like that?" Ivy asked.
But the pup ignored her. Ivy took a deep breath and held her head in her arms. She took a deep breath as she watched Origo eat.
Diamond had now wrapped the remainder of the bird up. She smiled as she looked down at her pup. Pippin was now swaying and looking around. His drunkenness seemed to be stronger and quicker then normal.
Origo had nearly finished his turkey slices. Ivy was now floating nearby. Her attention was now on a different thing.
A smile came over her. She suddenly zoomed off. Origo looked around, he could see the little green glow on the fairy near the candle.
Ivy, as the fairy was known, smiled. She knew that what she was about to do was naughty. The fairy poked the metal rim of the stand that the candle was in.
The next second, the mounted metal rim gave way. The burning candle and the stand crashed to the floor. Pippin jumped a little bit, his heart rate rose a little.
Diamond came out of the cellar to see what the commotion was about. She instantly knew what had happened.
"Oh no!" she said, walked to where the candle say.
The flame had been extinguished, a bit of the melted wax had started to solidify on the cold tiles. Ivy had fluttered away and was now sitting on the edge of the table.
Diamond picked the candle up and took a deep breath.
"That's the second one since we got home" she said.
She looked up at the spot where the metal stand had been. The thing seemed to just snap away from the wall. Diamond shook her head.
"Your going to have to fix that" she told Pippin.
Pippin tilted his head and gave a confused smile.
"Why me?" he asked.
"Because you're the man of the house. We all have to keep this house tidy" Diamond told him.
Origo had now slipped out of the room. He looked around, making sure the other creature didn't follow him. For the pup did not like that fairy for waking him up.
A yawn came over him as he made his way back to the lounge. He liked snoozing on the comfy sofa. The door to the lounge had been left open as Origo walked towards it.
He walked into the room and wagged his tail. He walked towards the sofa and, with one big leap, managed to get onto the couch.
Origo looked around, there was no sign of Ivy around anywhere. The small pup lay down and yawned. He curled up into a small fluffy ball and closed his eyes.
He fell slowly and surely to sleep.