Who Belongs to It

Two people in a boat. Somebody lost their purse or walked off and forgot about it, and they didn’t realize that they lost it. So, it looks like, it feels like this fell off of something, like a car or something like that, off the back seat. When they started to take off, it just flipped off, because they hit a pothole, and she never, they never picked it up. Whoever had, they lost it. A car going down a road in a forest. Now, I can’t stand it. A waterproof bag with two people sitting in it and a dog on top and a dog on the bottom. They lost part of their wherever they’re going to. It’s on the ground. In the bag, either clothes or some real fast in a hurry to go someplace and it fell out. Shoes. A raincoat. The bag belongs to the fellow in the middle. He’s got something behind him, a woman or a boy. When they get home, then it’s too late for what they were carrying. There’s clothes in there. I know. That is what it shows. They will try to get it back. Evidently it had to stay there for quite a while. The wheel fell off the car. The fellow is young, with a small head, and he’s hanging out of the boat. There’s a hook. He went too fast and fell out of the bag. If he didn’t feel it, he can’t find it. He has, he has, he had other informants. A young woman, because it’s pink. A guy came and picked it up. He has a child with him, a small child. He held the kid tight, the child. It has the thing on top, that piece should be where someone can see it. A neighbor or somebody that would pick it up. He may have a sentence on the thing to tell them that he lost it. Whoever came to him can return it back. They may go around to see who it belongs to. Check and see. A name to pick up and take back again. A short cut. He took his chance to see whether he got it back or not, to give it to some other deal to hold on to it if it belonged to him. It is always marked. Find where he goes. Does this belong to you? He says, “Thank you for finding it. [Here, the story teller starts speaking another language.]” Therefore, he got it back again. It is hard to say whether it is right or wrong. He did not hold for himself, but found the problem and satisfied that he did his best. Tried to find someone that belongs to it. Pick it up for him, the gentleman was tickled to death to find it at the same time. Back again, that’s my opinion. They don’t do anything about potholes. Drove through it. I’m happy for him. A good day. A good treat.

Henry, Gretchen, Mary, Mr. Kokus, June, Alice