A Mother's Worst Fear

Today as we were fixing dinner and just chillin' after church, I asked if anyone knew where Maggie was.  Nobody had an answer.  One by one, we all started to look around the house.  No Maggie.  Even Colter and Fisher had panicked looks on their faces.  We extended our search outside.  It was cold today, and I didn't think she would go far, but she was nowhere in the yard.  Tom asked our neighbors if they had seen her.  Still no Maggie.  When I heard voices all over the neighborhood calling her name, I got that awful nauseous feeling in my gut.  I think every mother has had that feeling and it is just plain horrible.  What if someone took her? What if she fell into the river?  

I decided to come in and check the closets and little corners of the house.  Just then, I noticed Fisher coming upstairs with a big grin on his face (the one that brothers get when they use a whoopie cushion on someone).  I was confused.  Fisher blurted out, "Maggie fell asleep on the toilet!, she's okay now!"  We all rushed in to see her folded in half and fast asleep.  Boy, was I relieved!! Our little Maggie was safe and sound.