The morning after I brought Flo and the hutches home, I couldn't find V. I'd awoken early for whatever reason, and, as always, checked the girls' rooms. V wasn't in her bed, or on the floor, she wasn't in the kitchen or any other room in the house. E was tucked quietly in her bed where she was enjoying her typical sun-up reading session.
Then it came to me.
When I looked out the window, here's what I saw: