One too many cubs

When I was a Den mother I took my den on many things and was always afraid I would lose one. One year we were at Scoutarama with my eight little cubs and I kept counting and I suddenly realized I had nine instead of eight. That is not good. I called a halt and looked under each little hat and found one that was not mine. I said "You are not mine." The little cub said yes but he got lost from his den. We marched down to the lost and found department and found a frantic den mother who was glad to see us. I wished him goodbye and took my group off.