Mr. Ken walks carefully toward where he was yesterday. At the Elm tree would be his clothes. Surely his wife was wondering where he had been the last afternoon, night and this morning. Not quite sure what excuse to offer he plans his return. As he dressed the medallion and chain were still around his neck.
Happy to see his bright prize and glad that the sursed yellow triangle was gone, he started to walk home.
Arriving at home it is friday and the Mrs. has left for her job. A note on the kitchen counter asks him to call and explain. Taking his clothes to the laundry room he throws them in to wash. Then heading for the shower to clean yesterday's pasture dust and sweat, he knocks down a shelf of Mrs.' pet products.
On the floor lays the collar from the deceased Malmute King.