Agent Mirabelle and the case of the missing snacks
Agent Mirabelle and the Case of the Missing Snacks
Mirabelle zipped around the living room on her chubby little feet, arms out like airplane wings. Her pink onesie had little clouds on it, and her hair was pulled up into a tiny sprout on top of her head. She was not just a baby today. She was Agent Mirabelle, baby detective on a top-secret mission.
She paused mid-flight and pointed to the kitchen. “Snacks. Gone,” she said with a dramatic whisper.
Her loyal sidekick, Agent H. He was her big black lab, and partner. He perked up his ears and trotted over to investigate. Agent H was strong, dependable, and occasionally very gassy.
Mirabelle waddled to the pantry, opened the door with a grunt, and stared at the empty shelf where her banana puffs used to be. She gasped. “Dun dun dunnn.”
A single puff remained on the floor. She picked it up, examined it, and showed it to Agent H. “Clue.”
Agent H sniffed it and sneezed.
“Exactly,” Mirabelle nodded.
Her mom walked into the kitchen and raised an eyebrow. “Are you solving mysteries again, Mirabelle?”
Mirabelle pointed to the shelf. “Snacks. Gone.”
Mom opened the fridge. “I didn’t eat them. Maybe Auntie gave them to someone?”
Mirabelle’s eyes narrowed. “Auntie.”
She remembered seeing Auntie this morning. She’d been packing a little bag and whispering to Agent A, the other family dog—a cute but scruffy mutt with suspicious eyebrows and a habit of stealing socks, stuffed animals, shoes, toys, small pillows, and the TV remote. Will snacks be added to list?
“Agent A,” Mirabelle muttered. “Very suspicious.”
She set off toward the living room again, where Agent A was lying upside-down on the couch, belly exposed, looking way too relaxed. Mirabelle climbed onto the couch and leaned in close.
“Interrogation time.”
Agent A blinked.
“Where Are The Snacks?” Mirabelle asked, poking his nose gently.
Agent A yawned and rolled over.
Mirabelle turned to Agent H, who was now chewing a squeaky toy that had absolutely nothing to do with this investigation.
“We need backup,” she declared.
She pulled herself up on the coffee table and began scanning the room. Her gaze landed on the back door... which was slightly open.
Aha. “Evidence,” she whispered. Then, yelled, “OUTSIDE!”
Mom helped her into her shoes and opened the door. The backyard was full of possibilities: birds, grass, mud puddles, and most importantly, Agent A’s secret stash zone behind the shed.
Mirabelle led the charge, Agent H lumbering behind like a very furry bodyguard. They turned the corner. And there, behind the shed, was the truth. A pile of stolen treasures: a half-eaten sandwich, three socks, a plastic spoon, and an empty banana puff bag.
Mirabelle gasped so loudly it made Agent H bark, then toot. She picked up the puff bag, held it high, and shouted, “A-ha!”
Agent A, who had followed them outside, gave one sheepish bark and wagged his tail.
“Case. Closed,” Mirabelle said with a grin.
Her mom peeked around the corner and shook her head, smiling. “Well, well, Agent A strikes again.”
Back inside, after a proper snack refill and a good hand wash, Mirabelle sat in her highchair with a full tray of banana puffs, cheese cubes, and grapes cut precisely in eighths. She looked thoughtful.
Her mom asked, “Still thinking about the case?”
Mirabelle nodded.
Her mom smiled. “That’s how it works sometimes. We try and try, and then when we settle down, the answer just pops in.”
Mirabelle popped a puff into her mouth. “That’s what happen.”
As Agent H curled up nearby and Agent A tried (unsuccessfully) to look innocent, Mirabelle smiled to herself. She was confused at first, but stayed curious and kept an open mind, taking in new information and the answer presented itself. And that was enough to solve any case.
Three Principles in Action
1. Mind
Mind is the quiet, steady wisdom inside Mirabelle. It does not shout. It simply waits for her to settle down enough to notice the gentle nudge that says, Look again. That inner wisdom was with her the whole time.
2. Consciousness
Consciousness let Mirabelle experience the mystery as something real. It brought each clue to life. When her awareness shifted, the whole situation looked different, and new possibilities showed up.
3. Thought
Thought created the story she was living. At first her thinking was confused and dramatic, which made the mystery feel big. As she softened and stayed curious, new thoughts appeared on their own, showing her the next step.
Final Thought
When life feels puzzling, you don’t have to force an answer. Your wisdom is already there. When your mind settles, the next thought you need simply rises up, kind of like a missing snack bag behind the shed, just waiting to be found.