SOON the school would be teeming with the studentsies and studentses (small and big, respectively, of course) all over again and the almost crisis would become a full of blown disaster because, of course, her whisk had gone missing AGAIN.

Tinka didn't ask for much in life! She only needed the whisk! She could not WORK without it. Ever.

She accidentally knocked over a saucepan as she bent over a table, but barely noticed. "Whiiiiiiiskkkkkkkkkk?" Her voice was almost a tearful whine. "Tinka's whisk?"