Papa's Hanky

My Papa is one of the few rare good men who carry a handkerchief around with him when he is out. Last week, Mama stood at the entrance of the kitchen and asked me to help her with the laundry by taking a piece of Papa's hanky and leave it on the sofa together with the rest of the clothing that had already been washed and dried. I was very pleased to help her but guess where did the hanky end up?



In the dustbin! To think I was so pleased that I did Mama a favour! ;p