The Case of the Drowned Shoe

One day during a flash flood here in town, Reaiah was running to the truck and lost a flipflop in the river that was flowing down the street underneath the truck. She tried to search for it, but there was just too much swiftly moving water, all headed for the river. So we figured it was lost forever, and she mourned the loss of the faithful little shoe. The shoe’s sister was simply left in the floor board of the truck for the following days… there really wasn’t any other use for it, right? Well, we had told this sad story to our family in the village and but not many people knew about the little disappearance.
Then last week when we returned from the village, our house guard approached us and told us that one of the other Americans in town had come by and left something for us. He handed Reaiah the missing shoe… We still have no idea who on earth found the shoe before it met its maker in the river outside of town, why they gave it to our American friends, or how they knew that it belonged to Reaiah. But this is Africa… here anything is possible.