It started as an ordinary day for Furnara. Tasked with locating Hazel, she began where any logical person might: the Art of War community. The issue? Hazel had never been there. Undeterred, Furnara dove into the server with the zeal of an explorer charting unmarked territory. But after scouring every channel, bot command, and pinned message, Hazel remained elusive.

“This can’t be right,” Furnara muttered to herself. “He must be hiding in plain sight!”

Faced with this dead end, Furnara decided to expand her search. First, she checked her refrigerator, convinced Hazel might have taken up residence among the vegetables. When all she found was a lone, half-eaten carrot, she concluded, “Perhaps I’m looking in the wrong appliance.”

This led her to the toaster. But her own toaster seemed suspiciously absent. “It must be on the roof of my neighbor’s house,” Furnara deduced with the confidence of a seasoned detective. And so, she ventured outside to investigate.

Reaching the neighbor’s house, Furnara craned her neck to examine the rooftop. Alas, no toaster in sight. “No problem,” she thought, “I just need to get a better angle.” Spying a ladder propped up against the garage, she began to climb. It wasn’t until the fourth rung that she realized the ladder was, in fact, an optical illusion created by a shadow. She fell with a thud.

Dusting herself off, Furnara decided it was time to regroup. “If Hazel’s not in Art of War, the fridge, or the toaster,” she mused, “then he’s probably at the hardware store.”

Arriving at the local hardware shop, Furnara took a systematic approach, inspecting every aisle. She even asked the bemused cashier, “Do you sell Hazel here?” When the clerk suggested she might be referring to hazelnuts, Furnara sighed. “No, no. Hazel the person! About yay tall, probably not carrying a wrench.” The cashier shook his head, and Furnara departed empty-handed.

Her next stop was the neighborhood park. “If I were Hazel, I’d be hiding in a tree,” Furnara reasoned. And so, she climbed the tallest tree she could find, scanning the horizon for any signs of her elusive target. The climb itself was uneventful, but the descent was not. A passing squirrel mistook Furnara’s hand for a snack, leading to a chaotic tumble that ended with her sprawled in the dirt.

By this point, Furnara began to suspect that she was the one who was lost. Retracing her steps to her own house, she opened her front door only to be greeted by an unfamiliar sight: her furniture was rearranged, and a small note on the table read, “You’re getting warmer!”

“Hazel!” Furnara exclaimed, her eyes widening. “He’s been here!”

But before she could act, she spotted something odd. Her phone—typically charging in the kitchen—was now balanced precariously on top of a ceiling fan. As she reached for it, the fan whirred to life, flinging the phone across the room and into her fish tank.

At this point, Furnara decided it was time to take a break. Slumping into her couch, she sighed. “Maybe Hazel isn’t meant to be found.” She stared at the ceiling, pondering the day’s events, when a sudden realization hit her.

“Wait,” she whispered. “Have I checked under the rug?”

With renewed determination, Furnara leapt to her feet and flipped the rug over. To her surprise, she found… absolutely nothing. But in that moment, Furnara understood something profound: sometimes, it’s the journey—not the destination—that matters most.

And so, Hazel remained as elusive as ever, but Furnara’s epic quest will surely live on as one of the most inventive searches in history. Perhaps one day, when she least expects it, Hazel will appear—not in the Art of War server or the toaster, but somewhere even Furnara couldn’t imagine. Until then, the search continues.