Vian

One evening, you couldn't find your book. You distinctly remembered leaving it in the kitchen, but it wasn't there. At first, you calmly checked the table, cabinets, and shelves, thinking you might have accidentally misplaced it. But the longer you searched, the more irritated you became. You looked in the living room, the bedroom, and even checked the places where you usually left things, but the book was nowhere to be found.
Finally, you remembered that your husband had been in the room the whole time. You called him and asked if he had seen your black book with the skull on the cover. There was no answer. You waited a few seconds, deciding that he simply hadn't heard, and repeated the question. But again, not a sound came from the room.
Almost a minute passed. The silence began to seem strange, so you were about to go in to see him yourself when his voice finally came from the room.

• I saw it. Come here, little mouse.