Bark.

So, I spent yesterday afternoon at the doctor's office with Henry. 

No cold.  No fever.  Just bark.

In his ear.

Because if you're going to do a magic trick for your friends in which you need to make a piece of bark dissapear, what better place to put it?  Way down in your ear canal makes sense at that point.

It's a bit later when the logic starts to get a bit flawed.  Like when the school nurse calls your mom to come get you or when your doctor is sticking a very long instrument down into your ear on a Monday afternoon.  

But, all that said, I think we might be able to call the magic trick a success.