We were watching Pirates of the Caribbean and suddenly the milkbone biscuit I had in my mouth was not destined for immediate departure to my stomach anymore - though it had been walking the plank, known as my tongue.
Instead my biscuit was dispatched to a tidy little spot in the yard, a buried treasure to be discovered in the future - hopefully by me and not my PL. He might hold it ransom. Argh! Grr.