Puck's Grooves & Charms

Puck began his day by sneaking behind the love seat into “Linnea’s World”. “Linnea’s World” was her own private haven where all her little things were kept, including a Playmobile city. Collette had not caught Puck in time. There was a crash.
“Oh no!” Linnea exclaimed.
There was the guilty Puck happily sitting on top of Linnea’s World.
“You just sat on the coffee shop, Puck!” said Linnea, laughing.
Between algebra and Portuguese, Mom, Collette, Linnea, and Puck headed out into the threatening drizzle to Costco. Joe and Rose were hosting a barbecue that night, and Mom offered to pick up the remaining ingredients for their dinner. Rose was making strawberry-blackberry cobbler. And Joe was overseeing the barbecue.
While at the store, they pushed the shopping cart past the music box, playing snippets from a variety of CDs on the display case. Puck craned his head toward it as they passed.
“Oh, Puck, you want to listen to the music, don’t you?” Mom asked.
She carted him back where he began to boogey it down to techno dance grooves, cathedral choirs, and tunes from the 1950’s.
“He’s just got music in his blood,” Mom said laughing, as he jived his head, baby-like, to the beat.
Sometime in the afternoon, the rain began to pour. The good summer green rain while they watched The Parent Trap off and on, and Francis went over to Creole’s.
Puck was woken by Linnea from his nap for a snack. It didn’t take him long before he was yelling at Trooper for swiping his pile of Lucky Charms off the kitchen bench.
“Oh, please,” Linnea had urged Collette. “Let him have some Lucky Charms.”
“I really don’t want him to have sugar.”
“Just a few marshmallows?”
Collette had relented, much to Puck’s satisfaction, before the golden retriever stole the whole pile.
Back at the house while the rain came a tumblin’ down, Puck begged to sort through the case of Collette’s new rainbow of felt-tip pens. She allowed him to do so while she prepared dinner: tilapia in butter-brushed tandoori naan.