Yea mate. As a kid I painted some Easter eggs for my father's office. We put them in an egg box ready to grab in the main hallway.
Unfortunately that day it was one of the 3 sunny days the weather permitted us per year. Accordingly he decided to travel via bike.
He grabbed the egg box from the side passage and headed out to subjugate his workers.
When he arrived he proudly opened the box to show the staff. They all gasped in astonishment. As described the box in the main hall contained the eggs. The box in the side passage contained a dead baby guinea pig; the still born from Marmalade's litter the previous night. Having left the house through the wing my father had taken the wrong box; the rotting rodent one.
Naturally, when he came home for lunch he brought the corpse back to switch it for the painted egg box.
I'm pretty sure mother had set him up.
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