Sunday cephalopods
You are walking along the city/country/extra-dimensional street of the area you call home or at least are visiting at the moment and you come across..... a bucket.
"It looks quite edible, don't you think?"
"We're not eating it, Anton."
The young dancer frowned at the critter trying to escape the bucket. "Who would know what to do with this thing?"
The priest shrugged as he looked up and down the street.
It appears to contain water. As well as a small octopus.
Someone has scrawled on the outside of the bucket, in possibly Sharpie (or just paint if you don't have Sharpies in your world), IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN TO [smudged beyond readability]
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Lize finds it....
"It looks quite edible, don't you think?"
"We're not eating it, Anton."
The young dancer frowned at the critter trying to escape the bucket. "Who would know what to do with this thing?"
The priest shrugged as he looked up and down the street.