Funny thing happened the other day. (My mom didn't think it was so funny at the time.) On our beach walk, there was a very deserted part of the beach so I thought it would be a nice private place to poop. My mom reached inside her pocket and oh no!, the poop bags must have fallen out. No extra poop bags in site. The only tool she had was the chuckit. She proceeded to rake up the poop which ended up starting to mix with the sand. Then she tried to dig a hole with the other side of the chuckit. Then she tried to bury the poop mix in the hole. Then she picked up a giant rock and put it over her mess. I really hope no one stepped in it. But if someone does, they say it is good luck. I have a feeling there will be a lot of good luck going around.