One winter morning a red glove lay in the snow on a bridge. A boy saw it and hung it on the railing, so its owner could find it. Later a woman moved it to a lamp post. Then the baker pinned it to a fence with a note: "Is this yours?"
Weeks passed. In spring, a girl called Noor saw the glove on the fence. She knew it at once. It was her grandfather's! He had lost it in the winter, but he was too shy to tell anyone that he missed it. The strangers who helped never knew how the story ended.