Example, filled in with our words
Short: The Mitten Box
Every house in Birch Hollow has one by the back door in winter. At Aunt Bea's it is a wooden crate, and it is called the mitten box.
On the first cold morning of the year, Uncle Gus was sent to it to find a pair.
It was full to the top. There were red mittens and blue mittens and a gray one with a hole in the thumb. Uncle Gus pulled them out one at a time and laid them on the floor in a row.
"These are all for the same hand," said Uncle Gus.
Aunt Bea came to see. It was true. There were fourteen mittens on the floor, and every one of them was a LEFT.
"That cannot be," said Aunt Bea, and tipped the crate upside down. Out fell a scarf, one earmuff, a tennis ball and a fifteenth mitten. It was a LEFT.
"Where do the others go?" said Uncle Gus.
Nobody knows. A person goes out with two mittens and comes home with one, and it is never the RIGHT one. The other is on a fence post somewhere, waving.
So Uncle Gus did what everybody does in the end. One green mitten went on as it was meant to. One red mitten went on the other hand, backward, with the thumb sticking out like a small flag.
At the gate Uncle Gus stopped. There on the post, RIGHT at eye level, somebody had hung a lost mitten for its owner to find. It was blue. Uncle Gus tried it on.
It was a LEFT.
Uncle Gus LEFT it there, waving, and went on up the road.
Stay warm. Whatever you are holding now is yours to keep.