I went to the coolest museum today. It was a museum of antique art in Chicago, and there were the most interesting things. There were vases, lamps, regular paintings, etc. There was this one collection of hand-painted vases, each one a different shade of blue. Some had flowers and some were just painted with a sponge print. They were so pretty, and they also looked oddly familiar. I then began to read the little plaque they had next to the collection and it said that they were still waiting for the final piece of the collection. I stood there for a long time, trying to remember where I had seen a similar vase. Then it suddenly popped into my head – my friend Anna had an antique vase that was the lightest blue, with little flowers all over it! I also remembered that she had told me that her grandmother had given it to her a while ago, saying that it was part of a collection, but she had already given away the other ones. I realized that that vase must be the missing piece! I excitedly called Anna and told her all about the collection I had just found and asked her she also thought the one she had was the last one. She said she would call up the museum, and she did later that day and found out that her vase was indeed the missing vase!