Losing my pink glasses

I misplaced my pink glasses, I had put them on a shelf. Had the fey come along and taken them – a faerie or an elf? I looked all over, getting frustrated up to a ten or an eleven. My husband said, “look up, as if you are looking to heaven.” I looked up and up and up and up and there my glasses were. Perched on a happy ostrich, we had named Mr. McMure. Mr. MuMure looked great in them, and was dancing a jig. I gave them to him right away, and a red pair to our pig.