The Artful Dodger
In a small town in London I was just pick pocketing for Fagin, a nice old man that gives us shelter and clothes when a young boy came over and tried to steal and apple from the local apple man.
"Ello now don't just go pickin' an apple in front of everyone. You can get caught," I said while pushing him towards another stand.
" What's your name little one?" I asked him out of curiosity.
" My name is …Oliver… Oliver Twist." The boy said.
"Pleased to meet ya' Oliver. My name is The Artful Dodger… But please, my friends call me Dodge," I exclaimed while taking him to Fagin and the boys. Past the street and up the two flights of stairs is where Fagin, the boys, and I secretly lived.