Several days ago I dug up a bone and took it in to mum as a birthday present, but she seemed upset at all the mud on it. You may remember a couple of years ago I brought her a dead possum, which dad threw away. This time dad threw the bone back out into the garden. Next morning mom found it again in the bedroom. Recognising my determination, dad washed all the mud off it and put it outside, and to show my appreciation I brought it back in next day.
Now I can't find it. Surely dad didn't throw it away, after all my hard work?
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