There just wasn't enough leftover stock to make the new wing struts, so we decided to go into town to buy more. As it turned out, there was also a bead show and a bear show in town the same day.
Tess slipped into the Big Guy's pocket, and we all headed home. Only Tess didn't make it home, or even the 100 yards to the mall monorail terminal. The whole family searched and searched for her, retracing their steps over and over, but she was nowhere to be found. For TC's description of the day, click here.
We still hope that Tess will come home someday, but we suspect that she is off on another set of adventures, in the grand Hitty tradition.
We wish her well!