The secret agent discovered the golden bubble bottle while exploring the previously uncharted backyard. His nemesis was close by, so the secret agent decided to hide the bottle and retrieve it later when the coast was clear.
He first considered throwing it through the fence into the neighbor’s yard. He eliminated that option when he realized he did not have the equipment required to scale the fence.
The secret agent next considered burying the bottle. Alas, he did not have a shovel.
The willow provided a good hiding place for the secret agent. However, the bottle dropped from the branches.
The rocks surrounding the birch tree proved too heavy to move.
After much searching, the secret agent determined that the best hiding spot was not a place, but a person. He entrusted the golden bubble bottle to me.
The secret agent left me to find further adventures. He knew that I would never divulge the location of the golden bubble bottle.