Blythe sat in the window on the Littlest Pet Shop, sketching quietly while humming to herself, it was a slow day, Mrs. Twombly left her in charge while she got the new packages. Perking up as the door opened.

“Oh! Hello! Mrs. Twombly isn’t here today but I can help you!”

She smiled while getting behind the counter and set her sketchbook beside the cash register.