Anyone who has ever walked within 500 yards of a church building knows about the church kitchen. The church kitchen is run, dominated, and domineered by a pile of permed gray hair with a little lady underneath of it named Mary and her best friends, Ruth, Esther, and Norma.
Their omniscience is often startling and disconcerting. They know exactly how much lemonade was in the canister last week and where the best pot holders are. They know who last walked in the closet by the lingering smell. And they know if you put the tongs in the wrong drawer.
This week, however, something in the church kitchen went wrong. Very very wrong.
The forks went missing.
Not one fork. Or two forks.
But four full trays full of forks. Two hundred, maybe three hundred forks, just went.......missing. No where to be found. No one knowing who might have used them.
No one seems to know where the forks have gone.
Who steals forks?
I just hope they are returned before our Mary & Crew finds out.