Where's the kong?

Yesterday Dad and I were playing with my kong. He got a hold of it and threw it somewhere, but I couldn't find it anywhere! Today as I was strolling around the living room, I passed by Dad's bookshelf and something on it looked familiar. There's my kong I thought and I casually grabbed it off the shelf in passing. Dad didn't know my kong was there and he thought I was grabbing some of his stuff so he yelled at me. He felt bad (which he should!) so he played with me a little bit until Mom made me go outside for walk.