I have a magic teddy – we’ll call him Bear. He says broadcasting his real name would give rival beargicians too much power over him. Bear’s special power is a type of divination – he finds things. Provided it was something you had in the first place, he will find it for you.
Once Mum passed me a magazine and said “please find me that article about stamps – I’ve been hunting for ten minutes and still can’t see it.” With Bear on my lap, I opened the magazine at the correct page and handed it back in three seconds.
Bear has never been proved wrong – not once. Of course, I thought I had him the other morning.
“Where are my specs?” I asked, searching blindly through a thick fog.
“Beside your bed,” replied Bear.
“I just looked there,” I protested.
“Look again,” said Bear.
I obediently checked, lifting books and papers from the bedside table.
“They’re not here, Bear dear” I insisted. “You finally goofed!”
Bear’s ears twitched in annoyance. “I did not goof!” he snapped. “Try again!”
Back I turned – and spotted a blurry shape lying at the foot of the bedside table. I bent and picked it up – it was an empty glass which had been swept unnoticed to the floor.
“Good thing I didn’t stand on it!” I thought. “But I wonder what else got knocked off the table when I wasn’t looking?” I felt down the crack between bed and table, and there they were… the missing spectacles.