We just had to get Rumples back, so I waited and waited and waited.
I got a call from the kidnapper. They demanded $500, a can of tuna with the label torn off and that I meet them at the corner of 3rd and 48th St. They must have been using some kind of voice simulator; it sounded like I was talking to a muppet.
I politely explained that I was new in Manchester and that I didn't know exactly where that was. The kidnapper paused for a moment and said, "Well, I prefer PayPal anyways, so you can just send it to my account at Rumples-the-Tiger@yahoo.com."
Then I knew what had REALLY happened.
We have a VERY clever, albeit mischievous, little puppet.
Rebecca
P.S. Thank you Aunt Sharifa and Uncle Ed for bringing our little wayward tiger home!