Submission (#1370) Approved

Lulla stirred awake to the soft golden glow of morning light filtering through her hut. She stretched, blinking sleepily, before stepping outside onto the shore. The sand was cool beneath her feet, the sky painted in delicate shades of pink and orange. It was a beautiful morning—the kind that promised gentle waves and good shell-hunting.

But just as she took another step, the ground beneath her gave way.

With a startled squeak, Lulla wobbled as something wriggled beneath the sand, shifting and moving like a living current. It wasn’t the usual soft give of the beach—it was something… mischievous. A giggle—high-pitched and impish—bubbled from below, and before she could react, the unseen force zipped forward, dragging her with it.

Lulla yelped as she was pulled across the shore, her paws kicking up a flurry of sand. “Oh! Oh no—oh dear! Wait, wait, slow down, please!” she gasped between surprised giggles, flopping as she tried to steady herself.

Then, with an abrupt pop, a small, wild-eyed creature burst out of the sand. It was covered in bits of seaweed and speckled with grains of golden sand, its impish grin stretching wide. An Impon.

Lulla gasped in surprise. “Oh—oh my! It’s you!”

The Impon cackled mischievously before darting in circles around her, leaving tiny footprints in the damp sand. With a delighted little chirp, it leaped onto one of Lulla’s carefully gathered shell piles—her collection she had so patiently built up over the past few weeks.

“Lucky… oh no—Lucky, wait!”

But the Impon was already scooping up a particularly shiny shell, holding it above its head victoriously before plopping it onto Lulla’s head like a crown.

She blinked.

Then, she giggled.

“Oh, so this is your game?” she murmured, tilting her head as the shell wobbled slightly.

Lucky chirped excitedly, darting forward to scoop up more shells and tuck them into Lulla’s fur—decorating her as if she were a royal of the shore. Lulla, laughing now, decided to return the favor, placing delicate shells onto Lucky’s head and draping a stray piece of seaweed around their shoulders like a fancy sash.

For a while, they simply played.

They twirled around the beach, Lucky hopping and chattering excitedly as they adorned each other with shells, draped strands of seaweed like fine silks, and built tiny makeshift outfits from driftwood and pebbles. The world felt a little lighter, a little sillier, as laughter rang through the salty morning air.

Lulla had never expected to spend her day being whisked away by a trickster, but as she gazed at Lucky’s gleeful expression, she couldn’t help but smile.

“Maybe a little mischief isn’t so bad,” she hummed, adjusting her seashell crown.

Lucky only grinned wider.

Reward	Amount
Impon MYO	1
Tickets	5