A gift for grandma

Thyrus was small but that didn’t mean he wasn’t mighty!  At least, in his own puppy eyes and imaginings.  He tended to try and nab the paw she was batting him with.  This ended up with him getting batted, instead of avoiding the paw, many a time but it certainly didn’t stop him from trying to win a game that had no real rules.  That spiked tail swished back and forth merrily at the game.

At Ava’s question, he paused the game and looked up curiously, “Sure!  What are we going to make?” What would his grandmother like?  Grandma was grandma and she was great but, what would she like?  Whatever it was, Thyrus had no doubt he could help with making it.

"Thyrus Mendacium"