(Oh man, I haven’t thought of that old pot-boiler in years. The woman who wrote it was sort of a cousin of mine; a bluestocking wannabe with some very odd pretensions. But I digress. And I haven’t even started yet.)

I’m a little behind on the latest felting update, and am about to be more so because most of today will be devoted to the grand adventure of meeting a fellow knit-blogger in the wild (or in NYC, at any rate, than which not much could be wilder). My plan this morning - I did have one - was just to put up a quickie Preview of Coming Attractions sort of post to that effect and to assure you, parenthetically, that the final phase of felting was successfully completed; and that both would be reported on soon.

But fate intervened.

When I went to bed last night I left both pairs of swans together on the same chair, where they behaved surprisingly well to each other, for so territorial a species. Coming back downstairs this morning, I found but one still on the chair; two were on the floor, and the fourth is nowhere to be found.

Scene of the Crime

And no signs of a break-in… or -out, either. (Pinioned as she was, she couldn’t have flown far anyway.) So somewhere in my house I am harboring a swan-napper! If von Rothbart is lurkng here he has taken on a new disguise - nary a trace of an owl about the place. And no tell-tale feathers (or expressions of satisfaction) on the cats’ faces either. But Odette I has undoubtedly been abducted, and I shudder to think what is being done to her in the miscreant’s lair. (Those nasty little echoes of the tenor aria from “Carmina Burana” keep coming into my head, and I can’t entirely suppress them.)

At least (don’t anybody tell her this if she’s ever found) there is reason to be thankful that it’s Odette I and not Odette II (I’m not sure why this should be, but Odette II hasn’t got her full plumage yet, and I’m guessing this may have made her seem less attractive to the criminal mind). But still… I can’t see Jennifer hopping around the farmhouse on one foot; Odile I may be doomed to a lonely existence if this crime isn’t solved soon.

And I can’t hang around here much longer to pursue the investigation, because I’ve got a rendezvous to go swanning about the Big City.

Astrid’ll recognize me easily enough. I’ll be the one with a big hunk of knitting between my teeth, and a worried expression on my face.

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