Oh pooh," said Mrs. Polly Peters to her pet parrot Petey. "Where did I put that pen?"
"Petey's pens," said Petey Peters, bobbing his green head up and down inside his cage.
Mrs. Peters started looking for her pen. She crept under the desk, until only her pink penny-loafers were showing.
"The pen is not under here!" she said. When Mrs. Peters crawled back out, she was all dusty.
Next, Mrs. Peters crawled around the pink rug, looking for her pen. Her nose was close to the floor, because she had forgotten to put on her glasses. She looked like a pink-and-purple puppy dog.
Petey bobbed up and down excitedly in his cage. He wanted to play the new game too.
Mrs. Peters looked inside all the flowerpots on the windowsill. But she still could not find her pen.
"I have misplaced four pens this past week," Mrs. Peters said with a frown. "This is a most maddening mystery."
Mrs. Peters was a poet. She wrote poems for Petunia Press. She used her pink and purple pens every day. Mrs. Peters had no pink and purple pens left, so she put on her hat and went to Patsy's Odds 'N Ends to purchase some pens.