Das Zauber-Handy

Previously

…As I walked away from the manor, the phone already displaying a new, whimsical map, Bartholomew’s satisfied sighs drifted back to me. I smiled. It was a strange life, being a finder of lost socks, guided by a quirky, talking phone. But it was certainly never boring. And as for the next adventure, involving arguing argyle socks and a garden gnome? Well, I had a feeling it was going to be another hilariously odd day.