AN: This is just a story to satisfy a little plot bunny that appeared today. Happy Chinese New Year to all.

The Bohemians were gathered in Maureen and Joanne's flat, which had been decorated in red streamers and Chinese lanterns. An assortment of exotic food was assembled on the table where they were sitting.

"So, what's this stuff again, Emily?" Maureen pointed to one of the platters.

"Eight Precious Pudding," Emily replied. "And it's for dessert. So have some Kung Pao Chicken, or something else, first."

"No offense, Mom," Penny chimed in. "But why do we have to eat traditional Chinese food when we could have take-out from Mr. Yao's place?" At that moment, the door opened and Nana walked in, holding a red Chinese-style jacket that was designed to fit a small dog.

"That's why," Emily sighed, gesturing to the elderly Asian woman.

"Emily, where is he?" Nana asked, looking around the room.

"Where's who?" Emily barely looked up from her meal.

"You know who I'm talking about," Nana insisted, continuing to search the room. "Where's little Wenceslas?"

"He's not here," Mark shrugged.

"Well, where else would he be?" Nana began opening and rummaging through cabinets in the kitchen.

"Well he could be at the vet," Joanne offered. Nana ignored the Bohemians.

"He's hiding under the bed, isn't he?" Nana disappeared into Maureen and Joanne's bedroom, but came back a short time later empty handed. "Oh, come on, everyone," Nana pleaded. "I paid good money for this little jacket. Just tell me where Wenceslas is."

"He's not here, Nana," Emily replied in a tone of finality. "I told you not to buy that thing in the first place, but you insisted."

"Oh, fine then," Nana gave a heavy sigh and left the apartment. "And I was looking forward to seeing that little pig in this jacket."

Once Nana had left, Emily got up from the table and opened the window to pull in the wicker basket that was hanging from the windowsill by a strong rope. Inside the basket sat Wenceslas.

"Don't worry Wenchy," Emily smiled, pulling the little potbellied pig out of the basket and bringing him to the table while the other Bohemians sat by, very pleased with how they managed to hide Emily's pet from Nana. "Chinese New Year may come once a year, but it will be twelve more years before the next Year of the Pig."