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The Adventures Of Shelby Kent And Sherlock Sullivan by Toby (PG-ish)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairing: Chloe/Clark
Length: novella length
Author on LJ:
tobywolf13
Author Website: tobywolf13's 'Puppyville' tag
Why this must be read:
Ah, who doesn't love a story where the main character suddenly turns into an animal?
The idea originally belonged to
all_you_wanted, who's a brilliant writer in her own right, and came from the story A Girl's Best Friend.
tobywolf13 takes
all_you_wanted's cute, funny, cracky idea, and expands on it, telling the humorous story of Clark's strangest ability from the point of view of the only character on the show that's already four-legged: Shelby, the Kents' loyal Golden Retriever. She establishes Shelby as a wise and witty old dog, one that's actually a lot smarter than his owner. Shelby, along with the still very human Chloe's help, guides Clark into accepting his strange little power. Along the way, the old dog just has to play cupid. It's a funny, sweet read, and definitely worth it.
The Boy was The Puppy and The Puppy was The Boy.
That couldn’t be possible. I closed my eyes and took a deep sniff of The Puppy one last time and sure enough he smelled just like The Boy, and my nose never lies. Oh well maybe this was one of those Special Things he did that I’d never seen. After all, he’d just learned how to make ice last month by blowing on glasses of water. The Boy---erm The Puppy---could do anything.
Still, I needed food so The Puppy needed to change back so I could have my kibble. I’d even him spare him a bite if he hurried.
I barked again and nudged him hard in the rib. “Wake up.”
“Shelby, jeez, I asked for a few more minutes and I…” The Puppy blurred into a sitting position and if there’d been any doubt at all in my mind, it was gone now. Nothing but The Boy moved that fast, and no dog I’d ever met had bright green eyes.
“Hi,” I barked.
The Puppy looked up at me, his head tilted to the side in confusion. “What’s going on?”
“I’m hungry.”
The Puppy shook his head. It was weird to watch because there are a lot of movements that people make that dogs don’t. We don’t shake our heads back and forth or up and down like people do. Of course, since people don’t have tails to wag I guess they have to compensate somehow. “No. I mean, I can understand what you’re saying.” He flopped back down on to his belly. “Oh man, if this is another power I so don’t want it. I don’t think Dr. Dolittle-ing is something I want to sign up for.”
I quirked my head to the side, “You don’t know?”
“Know what? I have to tell you, I am really sick of these powers that just keep popping up. I mean, this one is a little weird and not nearly as bad as worrying about sneezing holes through concrete, but is it too much to ask to have one mostly normal day?”
If that’s what he wanted, then the kid was about to have a terrible day. “Nothing else seems a little off to you?”
The Puppy picked up his head and flexed his ears, “I’m having a conversation with my Golden Retriever. Clearly something is very off.”
The Boy isn’t usually sarcastic with me. Of course, I didn’t use to answer back in any way he could understand until now. Besides, I didn’t take it personally. He was obviously having a very stressful day. “Okay, well, there is that, but you didn’t notice anything else?”
“Like what?”
“I’m bigger than you.”
The Puppy blinked and jumped back up on to all four legs. He froze for a second and then looked down at his paws and then back up at me, his eyes wide. “Not again.”
“Oh good,” I said, letting my tail wag a little. “Then this has happened before. I was getting worried for a second that this was new.”
“No, it’s not new.”
“Good then because if you’d turn back and be a boy again that’d be great. I’m really hungry.”
The Adventures Of Shelby Kent And Sherlock Sullivan: Part 1
The Adventures Of Shelby Kent And Sherlock Sullivan: Part 2
The Adventures Of Shelby Kent And Sherlock Sullivan: Part 3
The Adventures Of Shelby Kent And Sherlock Sullivan: Part 4
Pairing: Chloe/Clark
Length: novella length
Author on LJ:
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Author Website: tobywolf13's 'Puppyville' tag
Why this must be read:
Ah, who doesn't love a story where the main character suddenly turns into an animal?
The idea originally belonged to
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The Boy was The Puppy and The Puppy was The Boy.
That couldn’t be possible. I closed my eyes and took a deep sniff of The Puppy one last time and sure enough he smelled just like The Boy, and my nose never lies. Oh well maybe this was one of those Special Things he did that I’d never seen. After all, he’d just learned how to make ice last month by blowing on glasses of water. The Boy---erm The Puppy---could do anything.
Still, I needed food so The Puppy needed to change back so I could have my kibble. I’d even him spare him a bite if he hurried.
I barked again and nudged him hard in the rib. “Wake up.”
“Shelby, jeez, I asked for a few more minutes and I…” The Puppy blurred into a sitting position and if there’d been any doubt at all in my mind, it was gone now. Nothing but The Boy moved that fast, and no dog I’d ever met had bright green eyes.
“Hi,” I barked.
The Puppy looked up at me, his head tilted to the side in confusion. “What’s going on?”
“I’m hungry.”
The Puppy shook his head. It was weird to watch because there are a lot of movements that people make that dogs don’t. We don’t shake our heads back and forth or up and down like people do. Of course, since people don’t have tails to wag I guess they have to compensate somehow. “No. I mean, I can understand what you’re saying.” He flopped back down on to his belly. “Oh man, if this is another power I so don’t want it. I don’t think Dr. Dolittle-ing is something I want to sign up for.”
I quirked my head to the side, “You don’t know?”
“Know what? I have to tell you, I am really sick of these powers that just keep popping up. I mean, this one is a little weird and not nearly as bad as worrying about sneezing holes through concrete, but is it too much to ask to have one mostly normal day?”
If that’s what he wanted, then the kid was about to have a terrible day. “Nothing else seems a little off to you?”
The Puppy picked up his head and flexed his ears, “I’m having a conversation with my Golden Retriever. Clearly something is very off.”
The Boy isn’t usually sarcastic with me. Of course, I didn’t use to answer back in any way he could understand until now. Besides, I didn’t take it personally. He was obviously having a very stressful day. “Okay, well, there is that, but you didn’t notice anything else?”
“Like what?”
“I’m bigger than you.”
The Puppy blinked and jumped back up on to all four legs. He froze for a second and then looked down at his paws and then back up at me, his eyes wide. “Not again.”
“Oh good,” I said, letting my tail wag a little. “Then this has happened before. I was getting worried for a second that this was new.”
“No, it’s not new.”
“Good then because if you’d turn back and be a boy again that’d be great. I’m really hungry.”
The Adventures Of Shelby Kent And Sherlock Sullivan: Part 1
The Adventures Of Shelby Kent And Sherlock Sullivan: Part 2
The Adventures Of Shelby Kent And Sherlock Sullivan: Part 3
The Adventures Of Shelby Kent And Sherlock Sullivan: Part 4