The Parable of the Lost Glove

There was once a girl who went running each morning bright and early, rain or shine, light or darkness, sweltering hot or freezing cold. Yesterday, as she was running in the 32 degree weather, she lost a glove. Because even when it's 32 degrees out, eventually you warm up and start shedding clothing. This girl loved her gloves. She had had them for several years and had worn them each year in the cold months (and while in Washington, those cold months lasted for months and months and months). When she got home and realized that one of her gloves was gone (the left one, for anyone who cares), she felt dismayed. Of course this was the day that it was freezing. Of course this was the day that she had no car. So this crazy girl bundled up and bundled up her little one and got on her bike. And rode the same route that she had run several hours earlier. And lo and behold, she found the glove, on the sidewalk right in front of the Walmart. And she rejoiced.

And she lived happily ever after. After her buns thawed out.