“Don’t lose those notes,” she told her brother. It sounded like lozse. “What did you say?” The bro could not hear her properly, so he thought. “Don’t lozse the notes!” Oh, he said. “Don’gt lozse the notes, you say. But I have! What am I going to do?” Don’t be sorry if you can’t find them, she comforted. Regret peeled back over his face and sunk heavily on his lip. He regained his composure. Don’t worry, he thought. It does not matter. I wish I had those notes though. Wishing would not bring them back. But, then again, all he needed was one Great Idea.