Tomorrow was an important day at school for Cora, as it was Show and Tell! The day when all the little witches and warlocks get to show off their favorite possessions. However, Cora had a slight problem: her favorite sock puppet, Pluton, had gone Missing!
“Pluton! Pluton! Where have you gone?” Cora called from room to room in her house of magical objects. She searched her drawers and under her bed, but Pluton was nowhere to be found! Only one more place to look in her room: her magical wardrobe.
“Wardrobe, wardrobe, you store all my clothes. Have you seen my sock puppet Pluton?” The wardrobe opened its doors and emptied out her clothes. “There are lots of socks here, but none are Pluton.” Cora moved on to the next room.
In her mother’s study, she found her puppy, Berry, nibbling on a sock! Her heart sunk in horror as she ran to his side. “Berry! How could you chew on that sock! Could it be my dear Pluton?”
“Not at all!” Said Berry, “it's your mother’s sock!”
“Well, that’s still a bad doggy,” Cora said, as she booped him on the nose.
“Ah, I can’t believe you’ve done this!” Berry yelled as he scurried away.”
“Now where to look?” Cora walked down to the laundry room. “Ms. Washer, Ms. Dryer, you see laundry every week! Have you seen my dear sock Pluton?”
Ms Washer spoke first, “If it’s lost socks you want, dearest Dryer here should know. She likes to hide them when you’re not careful.”
“As if,” Ms. Dryer shrewdly replied, “the gnomes take them, I swear!”
“We got rid of the gnomes last Spring,” said Cora.
“I’m sock free at the moment, wish we could be more help, love,” Ms Dryer said sadly, “check Mr. Hamper, he piles things up.”
Cora went to the bathroom where Mr. Hamper was. He sneezed as she entered. “You need to wring out your towels before you throw them in my belly, young Cora.”
“Sorry Mr. Hamper. Have you seen my sock puppet?”
“Not since the time you insisted on bathing with it, but that was months ago.”
“Okay,” said Cora, “thank you for the help.”
Cora then turned to the last thing in the house she could think to ask: her fish Ichy. “Oh Ichy, do you know where Pluton is?”
“Blub,” said Ichy.
“Silly me, fish can’t talk. What was I thinking?”
Cora was out of options, where else could she look? It was getting late and would soon be time for bed. Cora went back to her room to change into her pajamas. It was then that she took off her shoes.
“What’s this! Dear Pluton, why are you there? That is not a place you should be.” For it turned out, Pluton was on her foot the whole time!
Cora learned a valuable lesson that day. Never forget to check the most obvious places, and never give up even if all your options lead nowhere.
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