Isn't it funny, now that they're gone?

We swore to never forget.

A guilt trip, now we are nothing but a pawn.

Guess I win that, the one you two thought of, a bet.

Remember them? The Ladybug and the cat?

It was them up to bat.

The moth was down to sink.

Did we miss some link?

Did they win?

Did they pull the pin?

"Once upon a time, there was a Ladybug on a rooftop."

Abeille, or Abby stared up at her grandma. "A ladybug?"

Said woman smiled down at the child. "Yes, Abby. A ladybug. The most wonderful ladybug of all."

"I like butterflies better." The young girl sniffed.

"Ah, but you see, this was a magical ladybug."

That caught Abby's attention. "Magical, Nana?"

The old lady nodded slightly. "Yes. She saved Paris- you remember Paris?- with a cat."

Abby giggled. "A cat? Was he magical too?"

"Yes, he was. His name was Chat Noir." The woman replied, sniffling softly, unknown to the girl In front of her.

"What about the ladybug? What was her name?" Abby asked, lying down and rolling over onto her stomach.

"Ladybug." The old woman said, amusement clear as day in her voice, as she crossed her legs.

"Oh." Abby smooshed her cheeks with the palms of her hands. She tugged on a red braid. "What did she look like?"

"She was beautiful. She had black hair, but in the light it looked blue. Her eyes were like the ocean, and she had pretty red ribbons in Her hair." Abby's grandmother answered.

Abby licked her lips. "Can I get some red ribbons like the Ladybug?"

"Sure you can. You'll have to ask your parents, though." The woman said.

Abby rested her chin on her elbow. "What did the Ladybug like to do?"

"She liked to draw. She also liked playing tag with the cat."

"I like to draw!" Abby cried, jumping up from her spot on the floor and running to the kitchen. She came back with a stack of papers in her hand. "These are all my drawings, see, Nana?" Abby placed them in neat rows all over the living room. Several were of animals, some of people, and a few of clothes.

"Yes, she drew clothes, like these." The old lady reached down with a soft groan and picked up the pictures of clothing. "She wanted to be a fashion designer."

"A fashion signer'?" Abby asked, her eyes wide as she settled down on The floor again.

"Yes. They make clothes." The woman said, a small smile upon her face at the starstruck expression on her granddaughter's face."

"Can I meet the Ladybug?"

The woman's expression quickly sobered. "No, I'm afraid not."

"Why not?" Abby huffed, frowning and crossing her arms angrily.

"She died, Abby." The old woman said softly. She didn't mean to be blunt, but the girl had a stubborn streak and it saved them both trouble to be forward.

Abby looked down at her hands. "Oh." She said softly. "I'm sorry, Nana. I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't, child." The grandmother breathed through her nose. "I'm just sad."

"Before I go to bed, can I have a story about the ladybug? How she saved the day!" The little girl exclaimed.

Her grandmother smiled. "Alright. Get cozy. There was once a Ladybug on a rooftop, and boy, was she brave…"

Third story! There are five, and the next will be out tomorrow! Shout out to dontgiveahoot, for guessing correctly that the old man was Felix. Who's the old woman here? There is only one hint, but I'm sure you'll figure it out… See you soon!

But out~