Annie was convinced that I’d mislaid it in my usual, absent-minded way, but I wasn’t so sure. I was positive I’d left it on the kitchen table – right on top of the rest of the mail – but no matter how much I protested to Annie, she kept looking. “We can’t have just dreamed it up!” she insisted. “You saw the package – same as me.” “Maybe it had some food in it…” I theorized. “You know sometimes when we don’t leave the bathroom window shut right foxes come in and eat whatever’s loose.” “You think a fox ate it?” “It makes more sense than the package just magically vanishing.” “But who would send you food?”