FindersKeepers.S

(I said there’d be trouble, didn’t I?)
Lost & Found. Part II: Possession Is 9/10s of the Law.
Following a very nebulous tip from the HoverBugs the Bearoid Monster and his missus, distraught parents of the lost (and arbitrarily renamed) "apostrophe", have finally managed to locate their missing offspring and so an unfortunate fortuitous meeting has occurred in the National Gallery (after hours; relative time). The ensuing argument has quickly moved from initial manifestations of joy, relief, and incipient gratitude ("Erwin, my baby, Bumba be praised! Oh, you kindly folks, thankyouthankyouthankyou!"), to the first inklings that all is not as it seems ("What do you mean, "your" child? It's ours. We found it in the woods.", "Are you crazy? This is our eldest, Erwin Oriol!"), and well beyond acrimonious assertions of ownership v duty of care ("You lost it, we found it. It's ours." "Piffle! Return it at once!" "No."). It has now reached the stage of mild insults and discrete threats exchange. I'm off to find the Peace Envoy before things get beyond mending.