And now....the rest of the story.....

One day, on a day much like yesterday, a brave and fearless teacher took his Grade 7/8 class on a field trip. They travelled to Komoka to hike through the woods and shlep through the river, in search of animal habitats, creepy crawlies, and other cool stuff. The brave and fearless teacher is not afraid of many things, but gets a little nervous about his students' mothers reactions to muddy children arriving home from school. For his own protection from this danger, he warned his students to bring clean clothes if they anticipated getting muddy.

Let's meet our main character. We'll call him Tim.....
Tim knows that he is a mud magnet. If there is a slight chance of getting dirty, he will come home covered from head to toe. So he brought clean clothes along on the field trip. The quiet, wellbehaved class travelled via school bus to the woods. The bus driver, not relishing sitting in a parking lot all day with nothing to do, left in search of coffee. She would return in time to pick up the class and return them to school.

Tim had no desire to lug his back pack along through the woods, so he endeavoured to hide it in the woods. After all, it is a pretty desirable backpack....
His teacher, itching to jump in the muddy river and find critters, advised him to leave it by the edge of the woods. After all, there is nobody around, who is going to take your backpack??? Thus reassured, Tim headed merrily down the path with the rest of his group.....

Enter the OPP officer.... who, on his daily patrol, often checks this parking lot since there has been a rash of burglaries and break-ins in the area. But what's this??? A back pack sitting here, all alone? Nobody around... no vehicles in the parking lot....
He opens the backpack to investigate , and finds clean clothes and an identification label. Much of the scrawl is illegible, but fortunately he can make out the name and phone number. Poor kid, must have left his back pack here yesterday, he thinks. I'll just take it with me and drop it off at his house on my way back to the station.
But first, he called to let Tim know his errant backpack had been found....

Which brings us to the previous post....

End of story:
He actually didn't get a chance to drop it off, so Art and Tim headed to the OPP station after supper to retrieve the backpack. It was returned complete with an OPP property tag - which was taken along to catechism last night to show to his buddies....