Jody was taken aback as her costume seemingly vanished, leaving Mr. Jenks in its stead. Confused and curious, she asked, “What happened to my costume? Where did it go?”
Mr. Jenks, with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, replied, “Ah, Jody, sometimes magic has a mind of its own. Perhaps your costume decided it was time for a little adventure of its own!”
Jody, though initially disappointed, couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. Her imagination took over, and she pictured her Eliza Dolittle costume dancing through the streets of London, twirling around corners and greeting passersby with a cheeky curtsy.
“Maybe it’s out there, making its own stories,” Jody mused, her disappointment turning into delight at the whimsical idea. “And maybe, just maybe, it’ll come back with tales to tell.”
Mr. Jenks nodded, his smile broadening. “That’s the spirit, Jody! And who knows? Maybe one day, you’ll find it again, right where you least expect it.”
With that, Jody’s sense of adventure was rekindled. She knew that even without the costume, her day at St. James’s Park, in the presence of the statue of Elizabeth II, would be just as magical. After all, it wasn’t the clothes that made the experience mr Jenks had a brainwave about a swimming vocation the next day without any comment about the statue of Elizabeth ii in london and Eliza Dolittle costume