Where are you?

Here fishy … fishy … fishy.  Now where on earth is that fish? It’s play time.
“Well don’t look at me” Kaz said.  “I haven’t seen it.  And no, I didn’t hide it either.”
Well that’s confusing because I know I didn’t hide it.  The last I saw it I had left it on top of the paper bag Aunty M brought it in … that was earlier this morning, and I haven’t seen it since.  So if I didn’t move it and Kaz didn’t move it, that leaves only one possibility … and I would just love to know how my Archnemesis Mimi snuck in here and took it.  That’s so mean because we all know she has her own fishes her mother has found for her.

Update: Oops. I owe Ms Mimi an apology. (Sorry Mimi.)  It seems that the culprit wasn’t Mimi … it was Sooz. Grrr. She apparently, and this is a second-hand report, aka “hearsay” from Liar Liar Kaz, was concerned that the (smelly, smelly) fish might get itself lost, crushed underfoot or suffer some other undesirable fate and it was best to dispose of it before it became an issue – “health hazard” may have been the term Sooz used! So I’m not sure where it ended up but l’m thinking “rubbish bin” – and I’m going to have to work out a way to ask Aunty M to bring me another without my Mummies knowing. They’ll find out soon enough!