The Son left the garage door open one night. In crept a thief – a hungry thief, who ate a Fibre One Bar from a shelf where the Family kept extra food. He took four longbows, several arrows, some tools, and two boxes of Fibre Ones. The thing that annoyed the Son most of all was that he discovered a pair of brand new work boots in a box on a high shelf, took off his shabby runners and had the cheek to leave them instead. Then he discovered the keys. In front of the garage door, on the driveway, was a pickup truck on blocks, behind it a newer model Subaru. Inside the car, he found the Son’s wallet (with all they usually contain – i.e. credit cards) and three unopened envelopes containing paychecks. All these things, wallet, envelopes, and a set of keys, he took the trouble to put in separate baggies and laid them in the back of the pickup, which he then attempted to start. I repeat, it was up on blocks as if it was being worked on, which it was! And there was a car behind it, blocking it in! The Family knew he had attempted to start it because he left the keys in the ignition.
What happened next? All the Family knew was what was captured on a neighbour’s camera. He took one of the Son’s bicycles, grappling with the four bows, arrows and tools, leaving the wallet, paychecks and keys in the back of the pickup, fell off the bike when the chain came off a short way down the street, walked back past the house he had just robbed, found another bike from somewhere and made off with his ill-gotten gains.
It has to be admitted that apart from the Son, the rest of the Family had a good laugh about it all. Even the cop had a chuckle about the stolen work boots.
(Names have not been included to protect the innocent.)
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