I run with a mate three times a week at 6.30am. One morning my mate’s crown fell out while we were running through a wood. It was still dark, so we couldn’t find it. One hour later we returned through the wood, it was daylight now, and there it was in the middle of the path. I think he ended up with a new crown anyway, because the other one didn’t fit properly.
I hope your crown settles in better Don, otherwise you could always apply for a job as a ventriloquist.