Title: Plastic gun;Locking dog in wicker box. (viewed by 0 registered dreamers, whilst MisleadingHitCount reads 835)
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Date: Sat 26 Aug 06
I was holding a toy gun that was making a whirring sound when I would pull the trigger. Somewhere along the way, the trigger became loose so I somehow jiggled with the trigger to get it to work again but when I pulled the trigger, it didn't make a whirring sound. I looked at the screws on the plastic gun and realized that the screws had a "T" shape so I went to look for a screwdriver.
Then somewhere, I locked a minpin, Chrissy, in a wicker box outdoors and used a key to lock her in? I remember it was raining. I went on to do other things and I completely forgot that I locked her in the box. I suddenly remembered that if my parents came home, they'd be furious if they found out.
I ran outside, saw the car in the driveway with the doors opened and I hurried to the wicker box. Instead of a key hole, there were two knobs I had to turn to unscrew them before I could open the box. Inside Chrissy was just resting. I realized she was okay with being in the box.
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