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.
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 sleeping just 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.
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