We were served two containers of chicken.
With one container so quickly emptied it was now used to hold the bones.
The other container still held some delicious plump, juicy pieces of chicken
which we were going to enjoy the next day at home.
Once home, "Where was the chicken?" My uncle went to check in his car saying,
"I know I threw away the bones".
My husband looked in the kitchen. "I know I threw the bones away," I heard him say.
So to this day I wonder who threw the chicken away.
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