Trove

For reasons that shall remain my own, I found myself in want of a tape measure.

Not finding mine own in the place where it usually resides, I scoured the house in a fruitless search for its new location. 

Then I remembered….. shortly before returning to their mother the children had been playing with it.

I feared it lost. Had these little sticky-pawed rapscallions, these fruits of my now sterile loins made off with my implement of inches?

Nay! The smallest one had instead placed it under her pillow for safe keeping. Having cursed the stars for my failure to upturn that particular stone in the first instance, my humour turned once more as I discovered the additional treasures that lay therein….