Can you share any details about the 'give me back my bone' ghost story?

I don't know the exact story. It could be about a ghost who had its bone taken away and is now haunting to get it back. Maybe it was a cruel act by someone in the past that made the ghost angry and vengeful.

There may be a 'give me back my bone' ghost story that involves a skeleton - like ghost. Perhaps in this story, the ghost was buried without its bone and now haunts the area demanding the return of its missing bone. It could be set in an old cemetery or an abandoned house where the bone was last seen.

There are so many different ghost stories out there, but without more context about this 'give me back my bone' one, it's difficult to tell. It could be a story passed down in a particular community or family. If it has a particular cultural origin, that would also be helpful to know.

I'm not sure which specific 'give me back my bone story' you are referring to. There could be many stories related to this phrase. It might be a story about a dog who wants its bone back from another animal or a person.

I don't know the exact plot. It could be that a dog had a precious bone, and a cat stole it. So the dog is chasing the cat and shouting 'give me back my bone'.

Sorry, I don't know the exact details of this 'Give Me Back My Liver' ghost story. It could be a local or very specific story that I'm not familiar with.

I haven't heard of the Britburn back story before. It could be something very new or very niche. If it's a local or personal story, it might be hard to find details without more context.

Sorry, I don't have any information on the dondonte back story at all. It's a completely new concept to me.

Sorry, without more specific information about this 'Jack' in the context of 'White Lotus', I can't provide details. There could be a Jack who is a guest, an employee, or has some other connection to the story, but we need more to go on.

There was a puppy called Spot. Spot loved his bone very much. One sunny day, Spot buried his bone in the garden. But when he came back later, his naughty friend, a squirrel, had dug it up. Spot saw the squirrel with his bone and shouted, 'Give me my bone!' The squirrel chattered back but finally gave in and returned the bone to Spot. Spot then found a new and safer place to keep his precious bone.