P - like a pink Pippin.
2. Pink Pippin - by Dean Maia of Este
Merry hauled in the bucket of hot water and set it next to the bed his cousin lay on. Pippin's mother looked amused. "You do not have to do this. It was not your fault."
"I was supposed to watch him." Merry said looking at his cousin. "I should have looked for him to reach up over the edge of the table." He had a vision of a bowl pulled to the edge and falling, contents rolled in by Pippin.
Merry lifted the giggling bundle of pink hair and skin. "How do I wash the cake frosting off of him?"
Dean Maia of Este
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