The little orange and white dog looked quizzically at her. The girl frowned thoughtfully and wondered, 'However will he get up onto the bed?' The dog tensed his back legs tentatively, then realized the hopelessness of the situation and stalked off. She had a brilliant idea. She bent down and scooped the dog up, wrapping her arms around his soft, furry middle. The dog went rigid, making a worried noise in his throat. She deposited him on his blanket. 'Well, there you are. Now you're on the bed. It's a shame you can't fly. I'll have to fly you.' '...Fly-corg.' She smiled.