When they were children it was easy for people to pick on Pipit. He was the only one on the whole island with freckles. He didn't let it get to him though. He always knew he just had to man up.

When he was a little older, he started sticking up for other kids too. Bullying was wrong. He never lived a finger to fight though. He'd always just sort of give them that look, and demand they stop picking on whoever the soul being exploited at the time was.

Then one day, when he was a junior, Groose was picking on Fledge near the entrance of the Academy. Pipit showed up almost on cue, and began his lecture. These lectures usually distracted him long enough for Fledge to run down the path to safety.

Today, however, he was still tired from his night shifts. He'd only just started taking them, and he wasn't used to the lack of sleep yet. His glare was weak, and when Fledge ran away, Groose just advanced on Pipit instead.

He had to admit, Groose sure had bulked up since they were kids. Rippling muscles everywhere. He was far stronger than anyone else on Skyloft.

"You can't push people around like that." He tried to lecture him anyway, although he became a little nervous when the larger man advanced on him.

"Like this?" He pushed Pipit's chest and he stumbled back a step.

"Yes, like that." Pipit hoped that would be the end of the confrontation. It wasn't. All at once he was aware that Groose was picking him up by his hips. "Wh—Hey!"

And then he was hanging from the fence by the stairs of the academy, by his shirt. He squirmed against it for a moment, but he was severely stuck. Groose began to walk away, and Pipit gave a yelp. "Get back here and put me down! I have to go to classes!"

Groose paused and looked back over his shoulder at Pipit. "Maybe ya ought ta take a nap up there. Ya look tired."

And then he left, leaving Pipit thoroughly embarrassed, on display, and trapped.