There is something in the toy box...

that I cannot find. An old toy, the batteries almost gone, with just enough strength left to emit an ocasional string of notes. It can tell when I am hunting it, and remains silent untill I leave the room. I have hunted through the box, waiting for it's dying warble, but it continues to elude me. The lonely remnant of a past Christmas or bithday, fighting for its little electronic life, knowing it will not recieve new life, but be cruelly discarded, like the unwanted detrius of a old year. I will find it, never fear, and judge it's worth.
Update
A f%&*in' Happy Meal toy! It has been relegated to it's proper place. Would have been more satisfying to jump up and down on it screaming curses, but there were kids around.