Valynn

“I need candy!” groaned Feester (a 9 year old boy who had a taste for sweets.) Then he perked up. He ran to his piggy bank and shook it. A penny fell out. Not enough for candy.

“Mom, can I borrow 10 dimes, 6 nickels and 14 pennies from your bank?!” yelled Feester down the stairs.

“No, way too much candy. Way too much money” said Feester’s mother.

Feester groaned again.

Then he got an idea. He would steal candy. He grabbed a bag and ran out the door.

He got to Barty’s Candy Shop and opened the door. He grabbed a Hershey’s chocolate bar, a bag of 107 Jelly Beans, 7 Reese’s Pieces, 4 bags of gum drops and 2 lolly pops. He smuggled the candy into his bag and ran out the door.

He smiled with glee. He had stolen without getting caught. He had soooooooooooooooooooooooo much candy.

Once he had gotten home he told his mother that he had cans in his bag for his school project. He lied apparently. He ran to his room and was just about to plop a jelly bean into his mouth when a rush of guilt ran through him.

“I have to give this candy back!” he said automatically.

He rushed back to Barty’s Candy Shop and started putting the candy back one by one. He tried not to get noticed.

“Hey there!” called Mr. Barty. He walked over.

“Why are you putting all of that candy away?” he asked.

“Uh” said Feester.

“And why is that jelly bean bag half open?” Barty raged.

“You have been stealing!” he grabbed poor Feester by the scruff.

“But” stuttered Feester.

“No but’s” yelled Barty. Barty was really angry.

He took his cell phone and dialed 911.

“Weeeooo Weeeooo” police cars surrounded them.

“This boy has been stealing my candy” said Barty.

“Hands up boy” said a police.

They brought out a pair of hand cuffs and clamped them around Feester’s hands. Then they sat him in the back of the police car. Bars crossed the car windows. Then they started driving Feester to jail to be arrested.

“Oh boy” whispered Feester.

The police lead the boy to a cell.

“Now, tell us what really happened” said a police.

“So, what happened was, I really like candy but I didn’t have any money so I decided to steal.”

“And?” said the police.

“And then I felt guilty so I tried to give it back unnoticed, but Mr. Barty caught me red handed.”

The policeman smiled.

“A smart boy to use ‘red handed’” he whispered to his companion.

“So stealing wasn’t a good choice was it?” a policeman asked.

“No, it wasn’t” said Feester.

Then the police got up and left.

AN HOUR LATER

The police came back. “We called your mother. She was worried sick about you. She says it’s okay if you come home.” He paused. “If you want to... “

Feester jumped up. “I want to!”

Then they drove Feester home.

“Feester!” said his mother as she game him about 1000 kisses. “Don’t ever steal again,” she said. Then she burst out crying.

“I’m sorry Mom,” said Feester.

Then Feester and his family live happily ever after.

THE END.

No! Not the end. Barty still didn’t forgive Feester.

THE END.

No! Then Feester explained and Barty forgave him.

THE END.