Mia and Lulu were two little girls. They were one. Mia sat in her small wheel chair. Lulu walked close. They were in the living room with Mom.
On the rug sat Bunny, Teddy, and a red ball. And one thing was missing.
“The yellow duck!” said Lulu.
Mia clapped. “Duck!”
Mom smiled. “Let's do a tiny case. We can look.”
Mia held her toy magnifier. It was plastic and bright. Lulu held a little note card. “Clue card!” she said.
They rolled and walked to the toy box. Lulu peeked in. Blocks. Cars. A sock. No duck.
Mia pointed. “Wet,” she said, and tapped the floor.
Lulu touched the rug. “It feels a bit wet,” she said.
Mom nodded. “Where do we see wet things?”
“The bath!” said Lulu.
They went to the bathroom. The duck was not in the tub. Mia looked at the sink. A cup sat there. It had water.
Lulu giggled. “Duck likes water.”
Mia looked down. On the mat were tiny wet dots. Dot dot dot, like steps.
“Follow!” said Lulu.
They followed the wet dots. Out of the bathroom. Down the hall. Into the kitchen.
On the floor, by the chair, sat the yellow duck. It wore a small napkin like a cape.
Dad was there. He held a spoon. “Oh! You found Captain Duck,” he said.
Lulu laughed. “Dad, did you take Duck?”
Dad said, “I did. Duck helped me stir oats. Then Duck took a ride on the tray.”
Mia poked the duck. “Quack!”
Mom wiped the duck with a warm cloth. “All clean,” she said.
Lulu put Duck back on the rug. Mia rolled close. They high-fived, soft and slow.
That was the case. The clues were wet dots, a cup, and a silly napkin cape.
Moral: When we look, listen, and help each other, small mysteries become happy finds.
