I found this lying in the hall the other day.
We don't have a dog anymore.
Or a cat.
They couldn't have, could they?
Muttering under my breath, I wrapped my hand in a plastic bag and, trying not to breathe, carefully picked the specimen up.
Suddenly H. appeared.
"Mumma you found my Milo Bar!" she shouted in delight.
Well, what did you think it was?