There was a whistle that had slid underneath the stove. Abby was pointing at it, in an obvious plea for help. I winced at the darkness, feeling crumbs on my palm, but it was just out of my grasp. At which point, I reached for my Brave Cape. Finding a thin piece of broken molding, I swept it’s stolen contents and held my breath.
I didn’t know the last time that stove had been moved. You see, we rent. Not only did I not know when it was last moved, but I have no idea of who lived in this house before us. What I could possibly find underneath these large appliances really, truly scared me.
But I had on my Brave Cape, so I tried as best I could to mentally prepare for the worst. I swept. Out flew a few alphabet magnets I hadn’t seen since we first moved in more than 2 years ago. I swept again. More long lost magnets, as well as mutant dust bunnies the size of Mexico.
I was pleasantly shocked to find nothing inherently gross. There were no used condoms circa 2002, nor were there any unidentified bones. These were just a few of the many disgusting scenarios I was half expecting. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
Since I was still smugly decked in my Brave Cape, I decided to take a sweep under the refrigerator. More magnets, a soy sauce pack, and an old bottle top. Except, I thought I could feel something. That was it. I was done. We’ve had enough brevity for a day, anyway.
And look kids! Magnets! It’s like brand new toys! Just let me wash them off first.
For the rest of the day, Buzz and Abby fought relentlessly over those stupid magnets. No good deed goes unpunished. As for the whistle, it’s still trapped somewhere under the stove.