We are currently playing catch-up with the cruel mistress that is the speed of the internet, publishing catalogued finds on a semi-daily basis. Newly unfound items will follow as they are unfound.
Mislaid in Plymouth, sometime before Saturday 10th December 2011.
This gold and bronze chain was used by the evil gypsy witch to lure naïve girls into her clutches and imprison them, where she would be able to use their hair in her potions. That was until the valiant prince only five years old but braver than most saw through the wicked witches evil and tore the chain from her grip, releasing all those she had trapped before and locking her into her own steel cage, where the only potion she could make would be that of using herself.
Mislaid in Plymouth, sometime before Saturday 26th November 2011.
A goddess of the tiny world of borrowers. The little tiny tribal borrowers live wherever you expect to see. They prayed to their goddess, who appeared from the sky as if she were life itself, donating offerings of mighty spiders and gallant warriors in the hope that she will take kindly and bestow upon them a bounty of their Smarties crops that will last them through the cold weekend day, for she holds the power of life and death and sanctity from the rain. To keep the tiny tribal borrowers safe from the falling sky, and give them shelter under the taste of the rainbow.
Mislaid in Plymouth, sometime before Saturday 12th November 2011.
The greatest find of all a £1million pound note, spent by the owner of Just enterprises, whilst out doing his weekly shop, unfortunately, the shop didn’t carry enough change to award to philanthropist, so instead he proceeded to buying the whole shop and bestowing it to his daughter the queen of all shopaholics.
Mislaid in Burraton, sometime before Tuesday 8th November 2011.
The story of this towel starts in Indonesia where it was actually used as a great rug in the palace of pygmies; they offered it to their wind god who blew it away. After that it belonged to a shoe shine boy in India where he used to scrub at shoes, he left it behind when it got stuck to someone’s foot only to travel to Libya where it was used as a sheet to cover up from the sun to get stuck in the sand and shipped to England to live on a beach as an old rotting towel.
Mislaid in Budleigh Salterton, sometime before Sunday 30th October 2011.
A pen provides the answer for many a question. It has written verses and poems, adjectives and verbs, signed peace agreements and started wars, drawn a masterpiece and scribbled it out, twirled in some hair and chewed at the end, thrown as a dart and used to spit wads, written the number, signed the last check, sealed with a kiss and dotted the stop. A letter, a word, a sentence, a paragraph, a page, a chapter, a novel, an anthology. This is a humble pen used by one and all
Mislaid in Exmouth, sometime before Saturday 22nd October 2011.
To the average human this is nothing more than a sock, to creature in the animal world; however, this is a tool of a thousand uses. A swan would use it as a balaclava, for a cat it is a tail warmer. Fish can use it as a sleeping bag and caterpillars could use it as a tent, a seal should use it as a glove and a frog as a flag, but to us, it is merely a sock.
Mislaid in Derriford, sometime before Thursday 29th September 2011.
This is a hat, used by many to fight the rays of the sun and keep these little gremlins called ray from the top of the head. This allows the wearer to constantly look cool and disguises them from the ever present lenses of the paparazzi trying to catch a glimpse of the wearers in their battle against the Rays.
Mislaid in Derriford, sometime before Wednesday 14th September 2011.
To call this a spoon would be a mistake, for in actual fact it is a weapon used for devious intent, it is part of a catapult used by bugs in the great bug war of ’08. It was a tool used for a valiant aim in the battle of the ants versus the slugs, destroyed at the last so that never again could war be brought to the peaceful lands of the high-street pavement.