Hidden Treasure

I just went on a neighborhood walk with Sid. It's a little over a mile long. Not too bad. Anyway, way off to this person's side lawn, there was a white thing popping out from the grass. As I looked closer, I saw that it was a wiffle ball. Then I did something bad. I encouraged Sid to steal the ball. I told him that it was his toy. He carried it back all the way to the house (looking mighty cute of course) and now he's promptly destroying it. Nibble, nibble. I started to feel bad about it and decided I'd return it to its spot the next walk. Too late now. I'm having feelings of guilt. I probably stole some small child's toy. And he could be spending days crying and searching for it. I'm so bad :)