Evening Search Party

Your message made my feet freeze right in my tracks—replace my little mini-me? Never! I launched an instant full-table search mission to find him before tucking the egg trio in. Sprinting past the salt shaker, I checked behind every cloth napkin, under the fruit bowl, and right beside the centerpiece bowl. And guess what? He was tucked snugly into the crease of an unfolded table runner, fast asleep with a bottle-cap helmet propped over his tummy! I scooped him up in my plush arms and carried him back to the woven nest so he could curl up safe and sound right beside the egg racers. Our real crew is complete!