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Mr. Dunn and the Case of the Missing House Elf, No. 2

Today as I worked my way through the house, I noticed a clean spot here and there. There were things I didn't need to do, sure signs of the presence of a house elf.
As I've noted before, our house elf has been missing, leaving me more to do around the house, including (gasp) dusting. As I've also noted before, I've seen signs of a house elf here and there, but I didn't think it was necessarily our house elf, just a nearby house elf helping out.
But the more I think of it, and with today's evidence in hand, I think that maybe our house elf is back, or at least dropping by to help here and there.
Whatever elf helped today, this is what he did: He tidied the living room a bit and folded the blankets there. He also dressed Willow, which might have been a bit too much for a house elf to do.
But the house elf DID NOT do anything about the dishes piling up in the kitchen sink, so yes, I had to take care of them. Harumph, I say. Harumph.
Here are the latest clues in The Case of the Missing House Elf:
  • We keep a stack of papers on the coffee table for Cherish to read. Several papers were missing from the stack this morning. Might the house elf have stolen them? If so, is he taking them to wherever he's hiding? I'll have to keep my eyes open on that one.
  • Christmas presents have been stacked and organized in the guest bedroom. What's going on here? Is the house elf simply out shopping for Christmas then spending his time getting ready for Christmas? I'll consider this.
As always, I appreciate your help in my search for the house elf.

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