Dog poo.

It took me a moment to recognise it this morning.
Was it a Kofta Kebab?
Was it a melted Picnic Bar?

You just don't see it anymore do you?
When I was a kid there was always at least a thousand of them on
the way to school. In varying degrees of brown.
The white ones were lucky ones to spot, like a four leaf clover
or a cab late at night.
But more often we'd be skidding around in the stuff and trying to
get it off our shoes on grass verges and kerbs.
I even remember the school janitor burning our shoes once.

Ok, I made that last bit up.