"Did you hear that?" echoes through the frosted air, sticking like marshmallows in thick cocoa.
It was only the wind, or perhaps a caramel flan that had slipped beneath the couch.
Meanwhile, in the next room, a flock of socks plotted revolution.
Can you crack the code of the whispering dust bunnies?
Unravel the enigma: 867-5309!
What lies beyond the whispers?