Miss Perfect and I observed the condensation on the window on a lovely morning.
“That’s odd,” said I. The streaks of water only start from a certain place.”

“The droplets must have some kind of critical mass at that part of the condensation cloud,” said Miss P.
“Or could raindrops be hitting the window only at that point?” I wondered.
We noticed that the condensation was on the inside of the window.
“Critical mass, then,” said I. “But how do we explain the bar with no streaks on the left?”
“Very strange,” said Miss P.
“Well,” said I, “I think we’ve exhausted the natural explanations and it’s time to resort… to the supernatural.”
“It must be the Window Fairy,” said she.
“Indeed,” said I. “There’s no other explanation. Now some may say that it’s just condensation. But who do they think created condensation in the first place?”
Miss P. agreed. “The Window Fairy works through condensation, in her infinite wisdom. Or his wisdom. We don’t know yet whether it’s a boy or a girl.”
“Let’s not get speculative,” said I. “It may not be important to our salvation.”
“There is still much we do not know about the Window Fairy,” said she. “But we trust that our understanding will grow as he or she reveals more about him or herself.”
I nodded. “We aren’t arrogant like scientists, thinking we know everything. One day, they too will know the truth as we do.”
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