"Sir, why are you throwing the chocolates?"
"What? What chocolates?"
"The ones that look like money," the two girls explained.
Now I remember. Yesterday, when cleaning out my cupboards, I found some chocolate coins that my friend had given me upon my visit to America last Christmas. (I had wondered where those things disappeared.) They seemed spoiled so I took them out to burn in my trash pit.
"How do you know I threw them away?" I asked.
"We saw you."
"No you didn't. I threw them away last night."
"Yes."
"No . . . Did you eat them?!"
"Nooo!" they screamed with betraying grins.
"You ate them! You're going to get sick. I'm going to have to take you to the clinic!" They looked a little scared.
I take my trash out to a pit twenty yards from my house to burn it every few days, and I'm usually good about totally incinerating all contents because I'm well aware that it will be scavenged through later. I guess I hadn't done a thorough burn job.
Later that day, the two girls came over to tell me more: Another girl, Mariti, took a toothbrush that she found there near the chocolate coins.
"Let her know I had been using that toothbrush to clean my toilet."
They gasped! Seems she had already started brushing with it.