My husband and eldest are reading before bed. Whispers grow louder before husband falls out of Ezra's room, gasping.
him: "Where's Marvin's face?"
me: "I don't know, I swear I haven't moved anything"
him: "It was here, right here. Oh no!"
me: "It could be in the hoover"
him: "Its here! Thank god. I found it outside when I was taking out the rubbish. He's been asking for his face for days"
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1 comment:
But who is Marvin? And why did he have no face?
And why didn't anyone notice?
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