Trash

While cleaning up the living room this afternoon I asked Abby to throwaway a box from a new case of batteries. "Sure" she said and she disappeared.
Seconds later she returned, tears streaming down her face.
"I loosed it" "what?" I asked her.
"My pony brush" she said. When I asked to throwaway the box her hands were full of Christmas goodies that she refused to put down and apparently her new My Little Pony brush was lost in the kitchen trash can.
Thankfully Dave had taken the trash out in the last hour and it was safe to reach down inside and save the "pony brush."
Crisis adverted at least for now.