A YARN BALL that once lived in a household loved detective films and novels. So excited was she every time some mystery book fell on her hands, that she hoped to be given a chance to solve such a mystery in real life.
Until one day, just before New Year's Eve, she woke up to find that the plate containing the Christmas sweets that was left at the top of the table the previous day was nowhere to be found. "Time to prove my worth", thought the yarn ball and immediately let the Christmas balls on the tree know. They were rather scared to think that someone had stolen the plate and started blaming each other instead.
"I'm sure some elf did it", the yarn ball told them to calm them down and pointed at the fireplace, in the ashes of which small footprints were to be found leading towards the door. The yarn ball then wore a detective hat and coat and followed the trails in order to find the hideout of the elves and return the stolen.
He walked, and walked, until he ended up in a forest nearby. So tall were the trees, however, that soon the yarn ball felt lost, as the soil was muddy and the footprints became unclear. She then thought of the following trick: she would slowly unravel at the same pace as she walked through the forest, so as to keep track of where she was going. So it happened. With much cunning and patience, she managed to tread through the woods and get to a forest clearing where a wooden hut was to be found.
"Excuse me, is there anyone here?", asked the yarn ball as she knocked at the hut's door. Much to her surprise, the housewife's cat showed up and explained to her that she had found refuge from the rain. The yarn ball then entered the hut to search for the stolen plate, only to get disappointed, as there was nothing to be found, not even a clue that would hint at some elf living inside. The only clue was footprints that were identical to the ones she had found at the fireplace, which definitely belonged to the cat.
"Well, the housewife will be very happy to see you", the yarn ball told the cat, and they took the long path to get back home, where the Christmas balls impatiently waited for them. After making sure the cat was safely back in her basket, the yarn ball explained to them that she, still, had no clue as to who might have stolen the plate.
"Then it must have surely been one of us!", the balls blamed each other and started fighting. Traces of sugar on the kitchen’s carpet then caught the yarn ball’s attention. Losing no time, she followed the sugar trails to one of the drawers in which the housewife used to hide sweets and treats.
As soon as she opened the drawer, she was amazed to see the plate she was searching for, as well as a note that she read before the Christmas balls on the tree:
"Please don't eat any more sweets before New Year's Eve as we don't have enough for the guests, WITH LOVE, GRANDMA" and the Christmas balls burst into laughter to hear it.
As for our good yarn ball? On one hand, she was happy to have found the plate and having saved the housewife's cat that was lost in the woods, and, on the other, she realized that many things in life are not like in the movies.
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