We were in the walls, and Auntie Liza and Uncle Ben were in the overgrown cobblestones in the garden. Mother was in the cieling lamp in the bedroom, and Father was in the workbench in the shed. Gloria was in her collection of earrings, which was not a suprise, but then again Rufus was in the latch on the front door. Silly Rufus. Who's going to get in now?
Thanks to Kat for her lovely idea.
