I lived with my mother, we were poor. An idea shot through my head. I was going to be  a   robber and steal money. But where would I hide it all?  I scampered through the vast village, and then I came across a prodigious mansion. Swiftly and silently, I opened the dark crimson door ; it screeched like a resounding scream. “Who goes there?” He was tall and slender man holding a prolonged machete, which had a serrated point on the end. I took a step back. I tripped over a vigorous and hostile Rott Weiler. He bared his seliver – filled teeth “NO.”



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