Punk Tinkerbell Novels & Stories

Tinkerbell got offended they weren’t walking in formation and simply sat down mid-sidewalk like the queen she was. “Okay,” I muttered, trying to maneuver the leashes while avoiding getting wrapped like a mummy. “Let’s just… move in the same direction, yeah?” Skipper bolted after the pigeon. Rufio lunged with him. Tinkerbell stayed sitting. The pigeon was unbothered as it casually strutted away before taking off. I managed to stay upright—barely—while spinning in a full circle, trying to untangle leashes. Skipper pouted at me, whimpering like I’d somehow wronged him by letting the pigeon escape.