A couple days ago I found a bone on my trails.
And my person said, “Drop it.”
So today when I found that bone again I decided to bury it.
I dug a hole under a tree…
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.
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and I dropped it in.
Then I buried it.
I don’t have a shovel…
so I buried it with my nose.
It was hard work, but I got that bone covered up.
But now I can’t see that bone anymore. And I can’t smell it as well, either.
I’d better dig it up and make sure it’s still there.
Yup, it’s here.
Guess I’d better take it and put it in a safe place.
What? Drop it?
What do you mean, drop it?
I worked hard for this bone, person.
I dropped it, but I’m holding you responsible if anything happens to it.
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