The Question Compass

Rumi and Freya stood in the enormous fulfillment center, watching packages zoom along conveyor belts like colorful trains. But something was wrong. Packages kept ending up in the wrong bins, and the sorting machines beeped with confusion. "Look at that," Rumi said, pointing to a birthday present that had rolled into the pet food section. "The packages seem lost." Freya rolled up her sleeves. "Let us figure out what is happening!" she declared, ready to solve the mystery.