lol, a purple cow, that sounds like something out of a children’s story.
My parents borrowed my two sets of jewelry pliers to install a chandelier, and after that I never saw either of them again. I looked, and complained, and threw tantrums, and they looked, but no avail. I got some new ones, but they were really cheap, and not nearly as good, and every time I did any work, i would wonder what happened to my original pink and black pliers. I almost started to think they were a figment of my imagination, and I was fairly convinced I would never see them again. Just tonight I wondered if my parents broke them, and then threw them away so that I wouldn’t find out or something.
Later, while I was cleaning out the guest bedroom of my mother’s house, I found several cardboard boxes underneath a desk in a corner, and in the very back one, were my pliers. Other than that, the box was empty.