When my grandpa was little, he went to Scout camp for the summer. It was basically like summer camps of today in most ways. One day, the counselors decided to stage a game of capture the flag. Each team would first hide a map to where their flag was hidden, give the other teams a clue about the general area as to where the map was, and then hide the flag itself.
One team, let’s call it the blue team, had a boy on the team named Andrei. He was so little that no one would call him Andrei, he was always referred to with some kind of nickname or pet name. As the team leaders were debating where to hide the map, little Andrei shouted “let ME hide it! I know where to hide it!”
So they let the boy hide it, and then a few hours had gone by, all the other teams’s flags and maps had been found, but no one could find team blue’s map. The only clue they had was that it was somewhere in the field. By then, the counselors and camp directors were searching for it too, so long it had been since it was hidden.
"Are you sure you know where you hid it?" one of them asked, kicking the grass with his heel.
"Well, not anymore, since you just moved it!"
Turns out the boy had rolled up the map into a tiny tube, and stuffed it into the stem of a dandelion in the field.