Run away
"Are you in search of that weird object?" Mother asks,
setting aside her weaved basket.
"Uh... yeah, where the heck is it?!" You ask.
"I threw it in the River. It was dirty." She smiles.
"You are such a dummy! I'm stuck here now! Thanks a
lot!!!" You start to cry.
Where the heck is that time traveling metal scrap?!?!?!? You
wonder, searching frantically.
