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"Thief on the Run" by sandyposs
I wandered around the market aimlessly, thinking about my most recent thefts. Past voices of angry police echoed through my mind.
“A reward of 10,000 NP for this Zafara.”
“She’s the most cunning devil I ever saw!”
I chuckled; remembering the look of bafflement on the chia policemen’s faces when they found out I escaped yet again. They’ll never catch me! I thought happily to myself, and continued my walking.
The market was full of activity. I strolled inconspicuously past a stall with a blue kacheek in an apron selling pastries. I dragged my hand lazily over the stall, and passed it over a doughnut. In a second, it was gone, and nobody noticed me quickly putting it in my pocket.
When I was about ten meters away, I looked back and smiled. That kacheek was always an easy target. I took the doughnut out and munched on it happily, looking around at other shops and stalls.
I passed by several stalls, until something caught my eye. Lying unguarded sitting on a table, was what I had always wanted - a spotted paint brush. I couldn’t believe my luck! It was practically begging to be taken! In my mind, I could almost hear it calling to me.
Come and steal me! No one will ever know!
I needed no further invitation. I glanced about nonchalantly, checking my surroundings. Running the shop was a huge disco painted moehog in a large blue dress. She seemed to be busy with a troublesome scorchio, who was trying to haggle a 654 NP item for 236 NP.
I swiftly snatched the paintbrush, quickly but casually walked to the back of the stall where I knew she couldn’t see me, looked back and started to run.
Unfortunately, I didn’t see where I was going, and crashed right into someone. I rubbed my head, looked up to see who I had run into, and froze. It was a chia policeman. No, two chia policemen!
“Oi, what do you think you’re doing, charging about the market place like that?” one asked gruffly.
“Sorry, sir,” I mumbled quickly, and started to hurry off.
“Not so fast,” the other one said, as he grabbed my arm.
“Did you buy that paintbrush you seemed to be running off with?” he asked.
“Yes, of course I did!” I lied, with little beads of sweat running down my forehead. They exchanged glances.
“Well, then I’m sure you won’t mind us checking with the shopkeeper then. Come on.”