The Search For an Idiot in an Idiotic Way

I looked out of my window and then I looked down. Evelyn was scooping slimy dirt, her left hand deep into the depth of the brackish green rotten drain running by the edge of the building.
The sight of her bare hand in a disguising slosh of brackish slag flowing in the ruined drain made me raise my voice.

“Evelyn, what are you looking for?” Apparently, she had lost something and was going about it in an idiotic way I thought.

“I’m looking for my idiot,” she replied and my face twisted. Was she throwing a joke at me?
“Your Idiot?” I asked in bewilderment.
“Yes, it fell into the gutter.” I thought I did not hear her well or rather she was perfecting the joke. Not convicted, I asked again.
“What fell into the gutter?” I asked with a twist in my sinew and expected her to be truthful. But I got a jolt.
“My Idiot,” she replied.
“Your Idiot”? What an answer to get.
“Yes, my idiot” she reassured me.

 “What is an idiot?” I asked wondering if people own idiots. This question made me look idiotic myself. Yet I had a foolish smile on my face. I asked in expectation of a size, a shape or a thing. She saw my bewilderment and offered me this enlightenment with a cheeky smile.

“It’s a small animal.”
 I screamed, “AN ANIMAL?”
 Then she continued “It fell into the gutter,” I thought what she was looking for was a size of a rat to have fallen into a small gutter. She saw my quizzical look and I continued.

“So it is gold?” I could not help asking.
“Is an idiot gold?”
“Yes, it is a golden idiot.” What an answer!

“Ok, it is a gold cast of an idiot. Don’t you know an idiot is an animal?” She asked my humourless face.
That was when I got the message; she was looking for a small pendant, a Cameo of a small animal called ‘idiot’.
Come to think of it, who between she and myself was the real idiot? She was looking for an idiot and suddenly she found me!