the wellie boot saga --part 2

So long ago and by long ago I mean yesterday, the young girl who lost the wellie boot bank began her search outside of the house. She bundled up against the cold winds and snow and drove through trecherous streets towards the Goodwill on Ireland Road. She enters the building anxiously and was greeted by the smell of musty piss. She hastily headed towards the shelves stacked with glassware and ceramic items. She searched those shelves 5 times with no luck. Then she asked a Goodwill worker who suggested that it was either bought (NO!!!) or had been sent on to the main Goodwill store in town. I leave the musty, old, stinky Goodwill and made my way into the west, into the unstable side of town. Take two. I enter cautiously and began the grueling search one more time. No luck. The wellie boot bank is gone. I return home sadden but pretending to be happy for my parents sake. They feel bad but then my dad is convinced that they did no such thing as to send my stuff to charity. He is convinced that a year from now, the wellie boot bank and the other items will turn up in some random place inside the house. So this is a cold case that may never be solved. For now it is closed. Stay tuned a year from now to see if there is a part 3....