The Mitten Caper: Marshmallow Mayhem

The Mitten Caper: Marshmallow Mayhem

It all began with a shriek from Maltipoo Ariel that echoed through the ski lodge like an avalanche.

“My mitten is gone!” Ariel wailed, spinning in frantic circles on the floor.

Her fluffy coat fluffed up even more with stress. “My lucky mitten! I can’t function without it!”

Borzoi Blossom of Snow, lounging elegantly by the fireplace, opened one eye. “Must we do this every time you lose something?

Honestly, Ariel, I don’t see the lodge falling apart without one tiny mitten.”

“You don’t understand!” Ariel yipped. “It’s my marshmallow-scented mitten. My emotional support mitten!”

Blossom sighed deeply, rose to her full regal height, and stretched. “Very well. Once again, I’ll lower myself to perform miracles for the peasants.”

“I’m not a peasant!” Ariel snapped.
Blossom ignored her and began sniffing dramatically.

She marched around the lodge, pausing dramatically at random intervals. “The scent trail begins… here!” she declared, pointing her long nose at a mug of hot chocolate on the table.

“That’s not my mitten,” Ariel muttered.

“But it smells like marshmallows,” Blossom said, stealing a sip before moving on.

The investigation moved outside to the sledding hill. Blossom strutted through the snow like a runway model while Ariel scurried behind her. “Keep up, Ariel,” Blossom called. “Your queen cannot be expected to wait.”

“I’ll keep up when you stop sniffing snacks!” Ariel barked as Blossom made a beeline for a dropped granola bar.

“Focus,” Ariel huffed. “It’s blue, fluffy, and—”
“Smells like marshmallows. Yes, I know,” Blossom interrupted, now digging furiously in a snowbank. “It must be… here!”

She emerged holding a soggy mitten triumphantly. “Aha! Success!”
“That’s not my mitten,” Ariel said, squinting at it. “That’s a mitten-sized burrito.”
Blossom took a sniff and nodded solemnly.

“A tragic waste of perfectly good guacamole.”
Frustrated but undeterred, Ariel took the lead. “This way!” she barked, her tiny paws digging through the snow like a snowplow on overdrive.

Meanwhile, Blossom continued her “investigation,” which mostly involved stealing a snowman’s carrot nose and licking a ski boot.

Finally, Ariel stopped. “Wait a second…” Her eyes locked onto a suspicious figure: a cheeky squirrel sitting atop a tree branch, wearing a familiar blue mitten like a hat.

“THIEF!” Ariel barked, pointing her tiny paw.
Blossom gasped dramatically. “A criminal in our midst! The audacity!”

Ariel scrambled to the base of the tree and barked furiously. Blossom, being much taller, tried diplomacy. “Excuse me, woodland creature,” she said, tilting her head. “That mitten belongs to us.”

The squirrel chittered back defiantly, waving its mitten-hat like a trophy.

“Plan B!” Ariel shouted. She leaped onto Blossom’s back. “Giddyup, Blossom!”

Blossom rolled her eyes. “I am not a sled dog, but fine.” With an exaggerated sigh, she rose onto her hind legs, wobbling slightly before pawing at the tree.

The squirrel dropped the mitten, likely out of fear or sheer confusion, and darted off.

“My mitten!” Ariel cried, snatching it up. She hugged it tightly and sniffed. “Oh, sweet marshmallow goodness, we’re reunited!”

Blossom struck a victorious pose. “Another mystery solved by the brilliance of Borzoi Blossom of Snow.”
Ariel glanced at her. “You mean solved by me.”
“I mean teamwork,” Blossom said, already strutting back toward the lodge. “Now, let’s discuss my reward.

Perhaps hot chocolate with extra marshmallows?”
Ariel shook her head but couldn’t help smiling. “Fine. But next time I lose something, I’m not asking for your help.”

Blossom grinned. “Of course you will. I’m unforgettable.”

Art: ‘Mitten Mayhem: The Great Squirrel Caper”

© 2024 Samantha Syrnich TLC