Missing Egg Trail

Five eggs yesterday. Four this morning. Spike frowned. Suzy’s ears went adventure-high.

Clue: a trail of straw wisps toward the garden edge. Clue: one white feather on the path. Clue: Pavlova looking queenly on the wrong roof.

Count again first, Spike said. Maths and mystery are cousins.

They counted nests: still four. The fifth was gone, not hiding under straw.

You pick the next evidence: follow straw, interview Pavlova with soft eye, or check quail corners.

Straw led to a cool hollow under the tank stand. Egg. Whole. Rolled, not stolen by magic.

Pavlova had supervised the roll-off. Of course she had.

Adventure Pack had no egg magnet. Suzy carried the egg back with careful paws and a human hand imagined off-camera.

Farm truth: eggs roll. Roofs do not excuse missing counts.

Trail found. Count restored. Breakfast honesty returns.

Missing egg. Straw trail. Count true.