The phone rang.
"Hey, can I get you to do something for me?"I put down my cereal. "Sure," I said. "What's up?"
"Have you seen Edmund this morning?"
My mind raced. Oh, dear, had Edmund gotten himself stuck in a closet again? This could be bad. He tends to get destructive if he gets shut in somewhere. "Yeah, he's right here in front of me, looking at me. Why?"
"Would you ... would you take a look and see if there's something still dangling from ... his ass?"
To which I responded with the only possible reply: "What?!?"