Note: Hope you all enjoyed my second Webkinz story about the peppermint puppy named Lacey. I plan to write more Webkinz stories in the future.

The next morning, Lacey was able to find Carla and Bugs and they were available to have a talk with him.

"Mind if I talk with you two for a bit?" Lacey asked.

"What about?" Bugs asked.

"My journals."

Carla and Bugs looked at one another.

"I told you so, Bugs."

"Yes, you did, Carla," he agreed.

"I only wanted to know what kind of stories and the journals you read. You know better than to do this without my permission. Why did you do such a thing to me without saying anything?"

Yes, Lacey was using a tone of voice that they didn't like. It was too late for him to change his tone of voice. He doesn't do this often. They asked themselves, why is he having that kind of voice right now? That's not like the peppermint puppy to be this way.

Neither of his friends had come up with any answers, so Carla was the one who spoke first.

"Lacey, can we say something about your stories?"

"What?"

He still isn't very friendly, they both could tell.

"You're a good writer. Bugs and I both think you should publish," Carla said.

"I've thought about it, but I have decided not to. Not the entire world has to see my stories I write about you guys. I talked about this with Beatrice not too long ago. You know what she does?"

"What's that?" Bugs asked.

"She journals, too. It's not everyday like I do. I only do it for the fun of it."

"We have noticed from a couple of your past journals that you add the time of day you write your stories about us. Why do you put the time for?" Bugs asked.

"I just like to do that, that's all. I don't see anything wrong about that. If it bothers you, then stop reading my stories."

"We read the one you wrote about me. I don't remember any of that," Bugs told him.

"Which one is that you looked at, Bugs?"

Now Lacey was getting somewhere a bit with his friends.

"The one when we watched television together. What made you write that story?"

"I don't know. Maybe I wanted to write about it since that's how I spent my day," Lacey answered.

"We read one about Mike."

Mike was the cotton candy bunny.

"Which one is that?" Lacey asked.

"About the first meeting you and Mike had when he first moved in," Carla answered.

"I forgot about that time. That was so long ago I don't remember writing it."

"We figured that one," she said.

"Writing's fun, but some of it has to be eyes only. I'm sure you probably figured out by now that I don't write negative things about my friends," Lacey told her.

"We did figure that one out, Lacey. We just want to apologize about reading your private stuff."

"Apology accepted. Please do me one favor."

"What?" Bugs asked.

"Never do this ever again."

"We won't," Carla and Bugs said in unison.

"Now I have another question," Bugs told Lacey.

"What's the question?" he asked.

"Now I forgot."

"That's okay. You don't need to ask if you don't want to," Lacey told his friend.

"Are we still going to be friends or are you going to do any silent treatments?" Carla asked.

"Now that was the question I wanted to ask."

"No, I don't plan to do that to my friends. That won't be appropriate to do that if we've been friends for a long time. If I did, you would probably bug me to quit."

"Thanks for not doing that, Lacey. You'll be out of character if you did do that to us."

Lacey had to agree with his friends.

"Now can we forget that you read my stories I wrote a long time ago? We need to move on from this subject."

"Yes, we'll forget about it, Lacey. Did Bea tell you what kind of stories she writes about?"

"Yes, but you'll have to ask her permission to read her stories and see for yourselves," he answered.

"Okay. Do you think the others journal too?"

"Bugs, that's a good question, but I don't know how to answer that. Probably not," Lacey answered.

That's when they gave one another a group hug. No way would this ever happen again. Carla and Bugs did promise their friend that they wouldn't do this anymore. Now his boredom went away, and that made him one hundred percent happy. He might write about this conversation he had with his friends, but he decided not to this time, even though that's how he spent his day. Time to do something else. Maybe read a book.