write a story about the theft
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Once upon a time, there lived a thief in a small town. Ever since the thief was a young boy, he had been stealing things. Now, that he had grown up, he still stole to make a living. And because he had been stealing since childhood, he had no regrets. This thief believed himself to be extremely smart. “I am quite smart,” the thief would think. “Since I have so much experience with stealing things, no one can trick me”. The man was happy with himself and his deeds. Also, read The Clever Thief.
The night was cold and the road, dark and vacant, when a man held a cigarette, tight on his lips and jumped over a small wall. Courtesy to that jump, he found himself within the perimeter of a house; a house he had surveyed a few nights before. After taking one last puff of the cigarette, he made his way ahead. Being the kind of petty thief he was, he didn’t have any extravagant tools or any weapon; usually, the only things he carried with him on these ventures were a large sack and a lock-pick.
The thief made his way inside the tiny living room, after he was done with lock on the main door. The room seemed hardly preciously endowed and the only considerable valuable it had was an antique wall clock. The antique wall clock found its way inside the sack, as the sly thief made his way inside the next room. This room, too, didn’t seem to have anything worthy of being stolen and, as he moved about, he found nothing, except for a couple of fancy toys, lying here and there. Being the kind of thief he was, he wasted not a second to put some of them inside his sack.
A nice meal being guarantee and his survival secured, he was still greedy to steal a few more things, so that he could clear some of his debts. As he went into the third room of the house, he saw a mother a sleeping beside her daughter; the mother seemed sickeningly thin. He was putting a purse within his heavy sack, when he was distracted by a half open drawer by the mother’s side of the bed. Upon concentrating a little harder, he saw it contained a gold necklace and a white cotton saree. It didn’t take him too long to realize that the house he was robbing that night was of a widow and a fatherless daughter.