That is what immediately came to mind after reading this story in this morning's paper. Of course I feel horrible for Mrs. Utley, and Tinker Bell, but now I can't stop wondering if some Rochester Hills girl happened to be looking out her window during the storm just in time to see a little dog go flying by.
And then a bike.
And was the woman holding the dog when the wind whisked it away? Did she have to watch as her little dog went flying through the air? Or was Tinker Bell sitting at home, watching out the window for her owner to return and bring her treats from the Flea Market?
Did they ever find Tinker Bell? Did she land somewhere soft and survive?
I must face the fact: I am going to be obsessed with Tinker Bell all day.