h a l f b a k e r yThe phrase 'crumpled heap' comes to mind.
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lost toys rescue service
a beloved toy gets lost a child somewhere pines and a mummy or a daddy loses their beauty sleep. | |
weve all seen it that one eyed soggy teddy bear in the puddle looking ruefully up at you with a tear in its eye.
talk about stuff that gets sad when thrown out of a pram.
a benevolent soul, you most probably would not have walked past on the other side of the road ; you no doubt would have
rescued that sad bear from the puddle and sat it somewhere noticeable in case its relatives came looking for it.
if your child has a favourite bear / toy / comfort blanket / whatever, then you must take steps to protect it from loss and make sure it has a lost toys recovery service chip embedded below its surface.
the finder takes the toy home and phones the telephone number of the lost toys recovery service which can be found on a small label sewn onto the toy. then, he/she holds the toy to the phone and the computer chip sends the GPS position of the lost toy/beloved object to the lost toys recovery service who immediately despatch a jiffy bag to this address with a small reward inside for the finder.
the toy is deposited inside the jiffy bag and posted back to its rightful owner.
a company spokesperson said: "the chip does it all for you by sending a binary message. trials in Japan have worked very well.
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/the finder takes the toy home and phones the telephone number of the lost toys recovery service which can be found on a small label sewn onto the toy./ |
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A high pitched sinister voice answers - "we'll be right over". It reminds her of that Snuggles bear from the fabric softener commercial. The samaratan turns to find the soggy little bear is no longer where she left it. On closer inspection, a wet trail leads down from the counter, across the floor and ...up the wall? As scuttling sounds come down the front hall, she slowly looks upwards... |
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<takes a drink>
I want my GI Joe Snake Eyes toy I lost when I was 6... |
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Gives AA a slug. A whisky slug, Scotch OK? |
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I miss me Dog. That Dog was my favourite toy. |
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Why must dogs be like that? Why must they leave the Kat? |
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That's a new version of that song... |
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I love the name of the idea. It gives me the image of a small child happily re-united with his/her beloved toy. *sniff* |
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thats the whole point, Mach! |
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Eh? <leans elbow on desk and it slips from the puddle of drool> Where am I? |
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