Stories: The Attack of the Ninja Babushka
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Elder Robertson and I were on overnight splits. All seemed peaceful in my apartment as we went to bed that night. Even the morning started out peacfully as we awoke from a deep sleep. Elder Robertson decided to shower first. For some reason as he was looking for his backpack to get his toiletries, he couldn't find it.
"Elder Marrott, have you seen my backpack?"
I replied that I hadn't. I started to look around for it. Odd we couldn't find it. Then Elder Robertson stopped dead in his tracks. He looked in shock as he was staring at the bedroom door. The door where he hung his pants the night before.
"MY PANTS!!! SOMEBODY TOOK MY PANTS!!!"
Sure enough his pants were no longer hanging on the door. Just then I noticed that the balcony window to my second floor apartment was cracked open.
Frantic now we started scouring the apartment to see what was missing. Elder Robertson's backpack and pants were definately gone. A roll of tape on the desk was missing... 1/2 used block of Velveeta(R)... opened carton of milk... and NO!!!
My precious chili was missing. My companion and I had found canned chili. In our excitement we had purchased a whole case. We had 8 cans left... and it was all gone!
The quest for missing items went on. What was odd not was NOT what was missing but what was left behind. Even though they lay directly below the opened window, our wallets and visas had not been stolen. All money was accounted for.
Then we noticed something our panic had not allowed us to see before. Outside of the kitchen a stack of clean, neatly-folded rags were left behind. Was the ninja babuska trying to tell us to clean? Or was this her form of payment?
Elder Kemp and Burnham (my companion) were kind enough to bring Elder Robertson a new pair of pants. (He did look rather silly wearing my pants that were too skinny and too tall for him.)
The mystery of the ninja babushka was never solved. |
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