 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Was Logan being slow or was he just up to something? The latter was most certainly happening. Sure, he might have been the last of the kids to get outside, but that was because he purposefully had to make his way out the front and sneak around the house undetected. He had a surprise of sorts for his sisters.
He was not alone. Beans was with him too, which either could go one of two ways: he would either stay by his side the entire time, or the doof would run blow his cover in some way. That was another reason why the blond had taken a little longer than the others to venture into the snow. He had to bring plenty of treats to keep the dog chill. So far, so good.
But, of course, the crup was getting impatient with the gradual distribution of treats and was getting excited by hearing the voices of the other Paton children from around the corner. If one were to listen ever so carefully, they might just hear Beans whimper.
"Beans, shh," Logan hissed, holding out a treat. Once it had been immediately wolfed down, the boy then returned his attention to something he needed to collect. There, in a nook of an old tree by their house, was a stash of snowballs he had been keeping safe for a moment such as this.
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