The Great Elmo-napping

I keep two small plastic figures on my desk - a little blue Smurf playing the French Horn that C gave me when I lived in NY and Elmo, holding a sailboat. When I got back to the office on Monday morning, no Elmo. I looked under my desk and in my files - nothing.

I asked my boss if he'd seen him...he said that he'd been Elmo-napped by someone in the company. He gave me a few clues as to the identity of the Elmo-napper, who I then asked if she knew anything of Elmo's whereabouts.

Had he gone to do some work experience? Did he see the pickers getting bonuses for picking lots of books and want to join in? Was he making a bid for freedom? Did he want to be the new Network Manager with John out of town?

I didn't hear anything until yesterday, when the Elmo-napper came in and said that she could hear him calling...it sounded like he was not too far away but weakening rapidly.

And this morning, I found this...


As he's plastic, he's made a full recovery and is happily standing with Horn Smurf in front of my monitor. Phew.