Don't Mention the Passport Incident

Gorse Fox is paranoid about passports. He has to know where they are. As soon as he returns from atrip the passport is filed in cabinet, where it belongs.

Today the Silver Vixen and Gorse Fox are packing in readiness for a few days in Barcelona. GF goes to cabinet and retrieves his passport.

"Have you already grabbed your passport?" he asks the SV.

"No!" she responds.

He furtled around in the draw some moe

"Are you winding me up?" he checked.

"No! it should be there with yours." she assured him, striding into the study.

And so began the great passport hunt.

Papers were riffled, drawers emptied, books leafed through, suitcase checked, vanity cases¹ checked, handbags checked², folders searched. There was no sign of the passport.

After a few moments of combined panic, rational thought took over.Then we reverted to blind panic. After about 45 minutes (which seemed like several hours) the Silver Vixen had a moment of inspiration and there nuzzling in her file was the passport (looking pretty ashamed of itself, GF must say). Panic over, heart rate back down below 200, the trip can go ahead.

^{Note 1} The Vanity case belongs to the Silver Vixen NOT the Gorse Fox. Just thought we'd make that perfectly clear.
^{Note 2} See Note 1.
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