Pippin's a Girl?
A/N: hey peoples! I know i shouldn't start another story but this on has been going 'round and 'round my
head for a while. could you do my a favor and R/R my other story, A Prank Day? please? I've run out of
ideas for pranks and i need ya'll's help. And yes i'm from the south. Thanks for asking. (Sarcasm is what
Tiggers do best!!!) Anyhoo, R/R this one please........................... And even though Pippin's gonna be a lass,
she still has the cute Scottish accent. Remember that. sometimes this is gonna be in Pippins point of view,
and sometimes it's not.
Disclaimer:Ain't it obvious. I own nothin' ya'll. Whi would I own anything when all I got is nothin'. Okay.
Like my southern alter-ego said, I own Nothing. Zip. Nada. enjoy!!!!
"Merry!"
"What Petunia?" asked a very grumpy Merry. (stress on 'Petunia')
"Merry! You know I don't like being called Petunia! My name is Pippin!"
"That's your brothers' name."
"Merry!"
"What was it you wanted 'Pippin'?"
"Merry! Frodo Baggins is holding a party!"
"And I need to know this why?"
"He's invited us!"
"Really. I didn't know. How kind of you to wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me," Merry
said in a voice that was just dripping with the sarcasm you use when you're annoyed beyond belief at
someone. Merry opened his eyes and saw Pippin opening her mouth to say something. "Not another word
or I'll call you Petunia 'till I die," he hissed. Pippin looked hurt and angry. Then, in sign language, she
said 'Frodo is turning 33 tomorrow. I suggest you get ready for the party. It's at 6:00 pm at the field
in front of Bagshot Row. There's going to be fireworks and lots of food. Meet me at the gate at 6:05.
Goodbye then, Merry!' Pippin turned and walked out of the room.
"I didn't know Pippin knew sign language," said Merry, astonished.
*********Later as in Tomorrow**************
*********At the gate to the party**************
Pippin was late. As usual. Merry was impatient. As usual. Merry was also early. As usual. Just as
Merry was about to go somewhere else, Frodo walked over. With Pippin talking to him. Pippin looked at
him and said, in sign language, 'Sorry I'm late. I got a little sidetracked. I was coming, but Frodo started
talking to me. And I'm not talking to you until you take back what you said yesterday. Goodbye.' Pippin
walked off.
"What's with her?," asked Frodo, missing her company, rather obviously.
"I called her Petunia and told her to never speak to me again unless she wanted to be called that until
I die." He stopped. Frodo was getting mad at him and a mad Frodo, was a very bad thing.
"I'll be seeing you later Meriadoc. Thank you for coming," he said rather coldly. "Pippin wait!!!!," he
called as he ran after her.
So, did ya like it? tell me!!! there's a little bluish button down there that it would be a good idea for you
to push. see?? * right down from where the star is. 'til next time....................
A/N: hey peoples! I know i shouldn't start another story but this on has been going 'round and 'round my
head for a while. could you do my a favor and R/R my other story, A Prank Day? please? I've run out of
ideas for pranks and i need ya'll's help. And yes i'm from the south. Thanks for asking. (Sarcasm is what
Tiggers do best!!!) Anyhoo, R/R this one please........................... And even though Pippin's gonna be a lass,
she still has the cute Scottish accent. Remember that. sometimes this is gonna be in Pippins point of view,
and sometimes it's not.
Disclaimer:Ain't it obvious. I own nothin' ya'll. Whi would I own anything when all I got is nothin'. Okay.
Like my southern alter-ego said, I own Nothing. Zip. Nada. enjoy!!!!
"Merry!"
"What Petunia?" asked a very grumpy Merry. (stress on 'Petunia')
"Merry! You know I don't like being called Petunia! My name is Pippin!"
"That's your brothers' name."
"Merry!"
"What was it you wanted 'Pippin'?"
"Merry! Frodo Baggins is holding a party!"
"And I need to know this why?"
"He's invited us!"
"Really. I didn't know. How kind of you to wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me," Merry
said in a voice that was just dripping with the sarcasm you use when you're annoyed beyond belief at
someone. Merry opened his eyes and saw Pippin opening her mouth to say something. "Not another word
or I'll call you Petunia 'till I die," he hissed. Pippin looked hurt and angry. Then, in sign language, she
said 'Frodo is turning 33 tomorrow. I suggest you get ready for the party. It's at 6:00 pm at the field
in front of Bagshot Row. There's going to be fireworks and lots of food. Meet me at the gate at 6:05.
Goodbye then, Merry!' Pippin turned and walked out of the room.
"I didn't know Pippin knew sign language," said Merry, astonished.
*********Later as in Tomorrow**************
*********At the gate to the party**************
Pippin was late. As usual. Merry was impatient. As usual. Merry was also early. As usual. Just as
Merry was about to go somewhere else, Frodo walked over. With Pippin talking to him. Pippin looked at
him and said, in sign language, 'Sorry I'm late. I got a little sidetracked. I was coming, but Frodo started
talking to me. And I'm not talking to you until you take back what you said yesterday. Goodbye.' Pippin
walked off.
"What's with her?," asked Frodo, missing her company, rather obviously.
"I called her Petunia and told her to never speak to me again unless she wanted to be called that until
I die." He stopped. Frodo was getting mad at him and a mad Frodo, was a very bad thing.
"I'll be seeing you later Meriadoc. Thank you for coming," he said rather coldly. "Pippin wait!!!!," he
called as he ran after her.
So, did ya like it? tell me!!! there's a little bluish button down there that it would be a good idea for you
to push. see?? * right down from where the star is. 'til next time....................