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House elf update

I realize it's been a while since I've updated you about the case of the missing house elf.
I haven't abandoned the case like the elf has abandoned me, but I had been losing hope.
Until recently.
I'd been encountering scant clues. Here and there I'd witnessed evidence the house elf or his replacement had been stopping by to clean the odd appliance or toilet or do a load of laundry, but it wasn't much to go on. And on Christmas Day we awoke to find a note from a most jolly elf thanking us for cookies and milk. But there had been little else, and I think that jolly elf stops by only once a year.
I think my lot of cleaning has changed, though. I have a theory that the storm that blew through our yard last week might be the push the house elf needs to return to his job, which is cleaning our house instead of leaving all the work to me.
The storm blew over a tree in the woods behind our house. It's the same tree I've been scouting for months thinking that's where the house elf took residence. On some nights, I've detected the smell of freshly baked cookies wafting into the living room from the direction of that tree.
Yes, I truly believe our house elf fled our house once Baby Willow arrived to a tree behind our house to pursue his dreams of becoming a Keebler Elf (Well, really, I think he was overwhelmed by the prospects of cleaning behind a newborn). And yes, I'm hoping last week's storm toppled our house elf's dream.
And even though the house elf has only come back into the house since the storm to fold a blanket or rearrange the baby food, I have faith he'll come back full time.
And if he's worried about my forgiving his abandonment, I have this to say:
"Please, please, please come back, dearest house elf! Willow's getting bigger and making bigger messes! I need your help!!!"
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