BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

I WAS SETTLING IN TO BED, NESTLED UP NEXT TO MY BUTTERFINGER BAR. I WAS JUST DRIFTING OFF INTO A PLEASANT DREAM ABOUT DANCING BUTTERFINGERS, WHEN OUT OF NO WHERE A SQUIRREL JUMPED ON TO THE COVERS AND SWIPED THE BUTTERFINGER RIGHT OUT OF MY HANDS! I LEAPED OUT OF BED, BUT IT WAS TOO LATE. THE SQUIRREL WAS JUST MUCH TOO FAST. THE SQUIRREL, ALONG WITH MY PRECIOUS BUTTERFINGER BAR, WAS GONE. VANISHED OFF IN TO THE NIGHT. I STARE NOW, WITH FORELORN, OUT THE WINDOW, WONDERING WHERE, OH WHERE, COULD MY BUTTERFINGER BE AND WHEN WILL I BITE IN TO THAT CRUNCH AGAIN?