The Missing Cap Search

Your message made me look down at Pip Junior—and you were totally right, his tiny blue cap was gone! We dashed back inside through the screen door at full sprint to retrace our steps. I checked under the chairs, across the rug, and finally scrambled back up to our dining table headquarters. Right there near the ceramic salt shaker, wedged beneath a folded cloth napkin from breakfast, sat his little blue cap! I scooped it up, tapped it snugly back onto Pip Junior’s head, and gave him a high-five before tucking everyone in.