Thieves War
By Jolly
Child's Play
Six year old Frank Hardy stepped quietly into the kitchen through the back door. He could see his mother busy at the stove, her back turned away from him. He let out a toothy grin. Opportunity beckons! Slowly but stealthily, he made his way past the dining table to the little marble table protruding out from the oven. On top of that marble table top was the target. A huge platter of freshly baked chewy chocolate chips cookies! Joe's gonna be so proud of him!
Unfortunately, that table top was too high for his six-year old frame. Darned! Frank frowned and looked around the kitchen. Not the dining chair. Far too heavy. If he tried to drag it across the floor, it would make some nasty noise and alert his mom. He chewed his lips and desperately searched for something else he could use. Those cookies were just so near and so far! Then he spied on the Yellow Pages phone books laid carelessly under the dining table. He smiled. They must have arrived today.
Slowly and quietly, he moved the books to the marble table and piled them one on top of the other. He stood on them and viola! The cookies were within reach! He poked his head above the table and saw that his mom was still stirring the pot on the stove and humming a happy tune. Slowly he reached his hand towards the platter and grabbed two huge cookies from the corner.
'A Thief is not greedy, he took only to prove that it could be done and then only took what is needed,' Frank reminded himself, and threw the remaining cookies a longing look.
Then he rearranged them a little so the missing cookies would not be too obvious.
'A Thief must take pride in his work, he must not leave behind obvious trails.' Frank continued to quote his father, his hero.
He then slowly use his feet to move the phone books back to its original position under the table. With a last glance to make sure that his mom did not notice what happened, he happily left the kitchen, the precious cookies firmly held in both chubby hands. Mission successful and Joe would be so proud of him, he thought as he raced over to share his booty with his younger brother in their tree-house in the backyard.
Back in the kitchen, Laura Hardy followed the movements of the little boy all the way until he left the kitchen by the back door. She shook her head and chuckled. Boys!
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