I stood there leaning in the mantelpiece my feet on the ceiling my eyes a dark grey staring at the sofa that held the current owner mistork mansion. A small gentleman by the name of Jacob. He was asleep his cross word draped over his lap. I quickly flew to the study and picked up a fountain pen a flew back to the living room and took the crossword from his hands. He was always hopeless at those I looked down at the paper and went to the library.

Hours later I had done it. The library looked like a bomb had gone off in it with books scattered everywhere. I waved my hand and the bookshelves grew arms they picked up the books and placed them back pristinely I then flew to the living room and placed the paper back on the table with a note that read

“Jacob dear relativity was Albert Einstein not Jaimie lee Curtis he’s an actor not a physicist” U then flew up to the attic and had a game of cards with Jacobs owl. We played snap