Abstract: We divided the garden into two parts, separated from the line and gates, because we want to sow grass and we can not let the dog roam freely, dig holes and ruin the job. 
While Raffaella (my wife), along with Marco and Chiara (Children), was on the one hand, to pass the tiller, I was on the other to chop wood. We had left open the two doors of the garage, entrance and back, and passed from one side of the garden through the garage, when you have something in hand is not so convenient to open the gates. I go the other way and say, "Raffa, have you seen my scissors to prune?". "No". "Mark, have you seen my scissors?". "No". "Clare?". "Yes." "Where am I?" He thinks for a moment and says, "Follow me, almost part of the race. I follow. Go through the garage. Came another piece of the garden looking for a moment, then starts looking around. I say "Clare?" You know where are the scissors? Did you take it? ". We think. "Follow me. Again to spur wrought through the garage and started looking around and thinking of nothing else. "Clare, you know it or not, where are the scissors?". He shrugs. Marco
I look and say, "Do you know where are the scissors?". He says, 'Follow me. Garage cross again but now I understand what happens. Just get the other side begins to look around, distracted by all that it finds. :-)
So, I began to look a little bit more patience, and there they were: scissors I had leaned on the doghouse.
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