Author's Note: I know many of you would be expecting a Schroeder/Lucy chapter right about now because I sent Lucy to Schroeder's, and while I would love to do one, it doesn't fit in with my story at the moment, mostly because it's supposed to be a story told in Linus's point of view, never fear though, I think I may have a way to squeeze one in. Happy reading!

-Cade

Rerun was studying up on dogs, he announced that to Linus as soon as Linus had walked in the door. Why Rerun thought Linus would care to know this was beyond Linus's reasoning. Although, Linus figured he probably said some stuff the Lucy that she wouldn't care at all about, too. Maybe it was karma.

"Guess what!" Rerun ordered his brother. Linus sighed and said, "What?"

"Mom said that tomorrow we're gonna go to puppy farm and pick out our puppy!" Rerun was nearly screaming. Linus tightened his grip around his blanket.

"That's great," he said through gritted teeth. Rerun hugged him tightly and then ran off. Linus plopped himself down in front of the books Rerun had been reading. Most of them said the same things: dogs needed lots of care, affection and exercise.

Absent mindedly, Linus flipped through the pages of the books, glancing at pictures. He noticed the Rerun put post-it notes next to pictures of dogs that he liked. Naturally, there was a post-it next to every picture. He chuckled to himself.

Behind him, he could hear the front door open but didn't think much of it until his sister's coat was on his head.

"Here you go, coat rack," Lucy said. Linus growled and pulled the coat off his head.

"I'm you brother, not your coat rack," he said.

"Whatever, just hang it up," Lucy ordered. Linus started to protest. "Or I'll put your blanket in the trash burner," she threatened. Linus grabbed his blanket and Lucy coat and dragged himself to the hall closet.

"I hate it when she makes me do this," he muttered to the blanket. "She knows I can't reach the hangers and have to stand on my tiptoes on the phone book just to be able to touch one." Linus reached and grabbed a hanger. He pulled on it with all his might. Instead of coming down like it usually did, it snapped, he fell backward onto his butt and pieces of hanger flew at him at a frightening speed. A shard of plastic hit Linus in the eye. All he could think to do was cry, loudly.

Linus felt like a baby, crying, sitting and clutching his blanket. He heard his mother's footsteps and a small gasp.

"Oh, my poor baby," she said, wrapping her arms around him. Linus cried harder. His mother didn't say anything for a moment, then tried to look at Linus's face.

"It's a lot better than originally thought," she said. "All you've got is a cut on your eyebrow and a sore eye,"

"What happened?" Linus heard Rerun ask from the top of the stairs.

"Nothing dear, Linus just had a little accident with the hangers," their mother called up to him. She let go of Linus.

"Feel better?" she asked. Linus nodded, then stood up. He was determined not to let his sister see that he had been crying, otherwise he'd never hear the end of it. He was still living down last Halloween when he cried over the fact that she killed the pumpkin they had picked.

His mother kissed his forehead once more before heading back to the kitchen. Linus sniffled once more then shuffled upstairs to his bedroom.

"Are you okay, big brother?" Rerun asked as Linus passed his bedroom. Linus nodded, though it wasn't very convincing. Hearing the commotion, Lucy stuck her head out of her bedroom door.

"What's going on out here?" she asked. She glanced at Rerun, then at Linus. "What happened to your eye?"

"N-nothing," Linus stuttered.

"Obviously something happened. There's a big cut and your eye's all red. Now, what happened?" she insisted.

"Why should I tell you?" he asked. Lucy stepped closer to him, so close that their noses were almost touching. Sensing danger, Rerun retreated back into his room. Lucy held up her hand.

"I'll give you five good reasons," she said. "One," she closed her index finger. "Two," she closed her middle finger. "Three," she closed her ring finger. "Four," she closed her pinky. "Five," she closed her thumb, forming a fist.

"The hanger snapped and hit me in the eye!" Linus yelped, throwing his hands over his face. Lucy dropped her fist, laughing.

"HA! You got hit in the eye by a hanger! HA!" Lucy screeched. Linus pushed past her, walking towards his bedroom.

"What can I say?" Linus asked his blanket. "She had very good reasons," He sighed, closing the door behind him as he walked into his room. He always felt at home in his room. The blue walls were comforting and made his room feel cozy. The green and blue quilt on his bed was soft and he always felt that, when combined with his blanket, it protected him during the night.

Linus sat down at his cluttered desk, unsure what he should do. He thought about getting a head start on his letter to the Great Pumpkin but thought better of it, deeming it too early. Instead, he wrote a letter to the himself, getting out all his feelings about the new dog.

Dear Linus,

How are you? Is everything all right with your blanket? I heard that you are getting a new dog. I don't know whether to congratulate you or say that I'm sorry. I've heard a lot of mixed reaction when people say they are getting a dog. I know that you are probably very unsure about what to think and will most likely want to do further research on the subject before forming an opinion.

I've heard that Lucy has told that dogs chew up everything, including blankets. It is very possible that she is telling the truth. But it is equally as likely that she is lying and just said it to bother you. It could be that the dog is going to just completely ignore your blanket. It could also be that the dog will be like Snoopy, Charlie Brown's dog, and be completely obsessed with your blanket.

Aside from the possible blanket obsession, shouldn't getting a dog be something that excites you? I mean, it certainly excites Rerun. Maybe you should just take pleasure in the fact that your brother is so happy. Maybe you just shouldn't think about it anymore.

Sincerely,

Linus

Linus felt worse after finishing the letter than he did before he started it. He rubbed at his eye, then winced in pain. He had forgotten how much it hurt.

"Sometimes it feels like the whole world is conspiring against me, Blanket," Linus muttered. "First, a blanket eating dog. Then, a hanger to the eye," He stared at his blanket for a moment, as if awaiting a reply. When nothing came, he stood up and trudged to his bed and laid down. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to nap for the first time in years.