No but the thief is nearby.

The old Campbell soup tin can is nowhere to be seen and with it my last hope to get home. Where I'll be free to dress znd worry myself sick about Ernest and his video of me. Knowing that he will jerk off to it is bad enough but he could difuse it, **** me or post it online, making me the 'tree climbing slut' for the rest of my life.

I notice that I have a new spectator, on the window stands a big black and white bird a small bit of foil in its beek. A magpie ! Feathery thief of all thongs shiny and sparkling. Watching it fly away I spot a nest on the large branch supporting the tree house. My excitement replacing caution I nearly hang out the window my boobs in view a for now forgotten, yet still watching Ernest.

A most peculiar nest, shinny papers , bits of foil and wires, my recently lost sparkly hairband, an aluminium pie wrapper and to my relief the faded shine of a tin can its white and red label torn but recognisable.

Now how do I get it?