another boring story...
Daring the weather, the thief crouched beneath the wooden bench on the side of the pebble strewn path. The dog's bark pierced through the night. She hated dogs. She didnt know why, but she had hated them from her childhood. She crouched lower out of sheer instinct, out of fear of being caught. With bated breadth she looked at the path for some signs of movement that would give her away. Five minutes.. it felt like an eternity.Thankfully for her, the cries of the dog had gone unnoticed. With a smirk on her face, the thief came out of her lair.
Like any good assaulter, she had scouted the place for days. The previous day she had seen the owner of the house place the valuables inside the room and lock it shut. She had immediately hatched a plan. The wheels were set in motion. And she was a born planner. She had been trained from childhood to do this. And today would be her day of crowning glory..
She glided along the wall, her black attire blending into the pitch dark night. Like a well practised gymnast she jumped on to the sunshade with one single sweeping jump. 'Thud!'. Any judge would have given her a perfect jump for the astounding performance. Recovering quickly from the fall, she moved from window to window checking on them. This was the first step. If she got through, she would be lucky. Otherwise she would have to resort to other means. It turned out that it was her lucky day. The bedroom window was open. She slipped in.
She slipped in, her shadow making eerie shapes in the moonlight. She crouched on to the carpeted floor and looked around. So far so good! She glanced at the door. It was locked as expected. She would have to wait now. She hid herself expertly below a large dining table. A couple of minutes passed.
Suddenly there were footsteps and a sharp cracking noise was followed by a light flickering on to life. Some one opened the door. A stream of light from the inside made the room glow brighter. Her eyes gleamed.
Pouncing on the meat kept for the next day's christmas feast, she sped away even as Harry shouted, "Momma! Greta has stolen from the fridge again!!'.
Back in the courtyard Greta sat chwing the rewards of her campaign. "Meow!" she purred in juicy delight.
Like any good assaulter, she had scouted the place for days. The previous day she had seen the owner of the house place the valuables inside the room and lock it shut. She had immediately hatched a plan. The wheels were set in motion. And she was a born planner. She had been trained from childhood to do this. And today would be her day of crowning glory..
She glided along the wall, her black attire blending into the pitch dark night. Like a well practised gymnast she jumped on to the sunshade with one single sweeping jump. 'Thud!'. Any judge would have given her a perfect jump for the astounding performance. Recovering quickly from the fall, she moved from window to window checking on them. This was the first step. If she got through, she would be lucky. Otherwise she would have to resort to other means. It turned out that it was her lucky day. The bedroom window was open. She slipped in.
She slipped in, her shadow making eerie shapes in the moonlight. She crouched on to the carpeted floor and looked around. So far so good! She glanced at the door. It was locked as expected. She would have to wait now. She hid herself expertly below a large dining table. A couple of minutes passed.
Suddenly there were footsteps and a sharp cracking noise was followed by a light flickering on to life. Some one opened the door. A stream of light from the inside made the room glow brighter. Her eyes gleamed.
Pouncing on the meat kept for the next day's christmas feast, she sped away even as Harry shouted, "Momma! Greta has stolen from the fridge again!!'.
Back in the courtyard Greta sat chwing the rewards of her campaign. "Meow!" she purred in juicy delight.
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