My Neighbor Charged Her EV at My House soulayy Every Night—She Never Expected What I Did Next.

I noticed it was gone when I went to clean the kitchen windows.

Two days later, it reappeared beside my garage.

No note.

No question.

I assumed Vanessa had borrowed it.

I said nothing.

Then my pruning shears vanished.

I found them three weeks later under a bush in her yard when I was returning one of her children’s balls.

Again, I said nothing.

Then my garden fox disappeared.

That one bothered me.

I walked outside one morning and saw the empty patch beside the hydrangeas.

For nearly an hour I searched the yard as though a ceramic fox could wander.

Then I glanced across the fence.

There he was.

Sitting beside Vanessa’s front steps.

Except now his little green scarf had been painted white.

I stood at the fence and stared.

Vanessa came outside holding coffee.

“Oh, Eleanor!”

She followed my gaze.

“This little guy is adorable, isn’t he?”

“That’s mine.”

She blinked.

“What?”

“The fox.”

“Oh.”

She laughed.