Please accept my submission to Friday Fictioneer for the January 3, 2014 edition.
Aiwampia smiled and patted the cushion. “Shall we read?
Caution to the wind, he clambered up. Arlo bounded into Danny’s lap. Together, they leaned against her.
“Once upon a time, there was a flying dog. I wonder what his name was?” She arched her eyebrow.
He whispered, “Arlo.”
They marveled at brave Arlo. He flew about the backyard chasing evil cats. Triumphant, Arlo perched in their tree. “The end.”
Danny hugged her. She smiled. “Shall we make cookies?