My missing arm... Part 2

I took a rest after searching all the bags, tins and drawers in our room.

Then I moved on to the closet.

If you saw the closet, you would know why I saved it for last, but Karla refuses to let me take a picture of it.

First, the jewlery box... Not there, but I found a sumo wrestler that told me he had seen an arm a while back in the computer case...

Eureka! Just as he had said, it was in the computer case.

I am a whole hobbit once moren!

It has been too long, friends.

Though I have been on many adventures since my last update, there has been no time for posts.

This past week has brought many changes. First, Karla switched nanny jobs, and is now working in Cambridge. As a result, we left the house we were living in, and after spending the week with friends, have moved into our own room in a house in Somerville.

Moving means packing. And packing means a lot of unpacking.

After being in a bag for a few hours, I was well ready to be unpacked. I took up residence on the desk while Karla unpacked the rest of our belongings - a task which consumed the better portion of the weekend.

However, yesterday evening as the last bag was unpacked, it became apparent that my right arm had not been unearthed. Now, my arm had broken off in May, but I have been fortunate enough to keep it held on by wax - which gives me the mobility I need. Until now.

I have launched an all-out search for my arm.


Not on the desk...

Not in Karla's hair clip tin...

Not in Oscar...

I highly doubt it is outside this room...

Not up here...

TO BE CONTINUED...