Chase, the dog, is so happy. The butcher gave him an excellent bone to chew. He has been lying happily on the bone- chewing it. This without any doubt the best bone has ever gotten.

Chase would like to do something else for a little while. Racing in the garden or something like that. He dumps the bone and runs, happily barking towards the grass.
Suddenly he stops and stands as a statue.

Suppose somebody would run off with his bone. He definitely can't allow that. He has to hide the bone as quickly as possible, before another dog finds it.
As lightning Chase runs back to his bone, picks it up with his mouth.
Then he starts a search for a safe place. But several place won't be allowed by Mum. So several places he can't use.

In the vegetable plot he spots a small hole. He drops the bony morsel in, and vigorously puts earth over it.

He-he, that bone nobody can find. Finally Chas can go playing in the garden.

After a little while he hears Dad cursing in the veggie plot.
" Which idiot closed my hole? I just dug it to plant a pole in".

Jee, Chase. Maybe this was not such a good spot.