There was this morning last Thursday when Mama wanted to go and wash up and so she gave me a cube cheese to hold in my hand to keep me occupied while she washes up behind closed door. When she came out, I was actually playing with some DVDs that I had taken down from the top of the TV set (yes, I am tall enough to bring it down already) and the cube cheese was nowhere to be seen.
Mama was afraid that the cheese will rot in some unsuspected corner in the house and so she hunted high and low for it after she gave me my breakfast. Of course, I was unable to tell her where I had left the cheese and so she tried to look at all the surfaces I can reach but she had no success.
And guess where she found it? The rubbish bin!! That's right! She found it in the rubbish bin!! She liked to think it is because I had crushed the cube cheese in my little hands and had reckoned that it is a useles thing and so, into the dustbin it should go. But I proved her wrong because in the same afternoon, I threw a sealed bag of cornflakes and its box into another bin. Sigh, I just don't know any better.




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