The Hidden Thing: a very short story

Searching and searching as they trample about the house. Where could it have rolled off to? Where could it have gone? Frantic and feverishly, the young mother crawls under, in, and around the furniture pieces. Daddy brings in the Big Guns (aka the vacuum cleaner), powers it up, and commences with drawing out every ball of dust and broken crayon from even the very smallest of cracks and crannies. This elusive hidden thing will not be found; refuses to be found; or rather, cannot be found. Chaos heightens to the highest of heights as the shrieking becomes utterly intolerable. The noise coming from the child begins to break the sanity of the very structure of the house.

And then-- I found it!!!
Peace reigns once again.

The End.

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