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A Thief's Tale-KSS-Part 2About an hour later, the Squeaks had moved in. Granted, getting into the castle was tricky, but I wont say how we did it (Actually, I changed my mind; Ill spill: we slammed two guards into each other and knocked them out so we could sneak into the castle undetected. Isnt teamwork great?) Quickly and determined, we made our way down the halls, until we came to a bolted metal door.
Have at it, Storo, we all encouraged. The big Squeak lumbered over to the door, paused, then slammed his fist straight into it, sending it flying off of its hinges and into the room. The sound of something slamming into coins was enough to send all of us rushing in, eager to examine our find.
The treasure room was beyond our wildest dreams. Treasure chests stood back against the wall like guards on post, their regal appearances almost inviting us to go in. Most of them were empty, for their contents (gold, gems, and all sorts of shiny things) were piled in the center of the
A Thief's Tale-KSS-Part 1Whoever said being a leader was easy should be shot, and that day was beginning to prove my point. It was already early afternoon, and so far, we had found absolutely nothing worth value to swipe. To add insult to injury, the four of us (me, Storo, Doc, and Spinni) had taken a few squeakers and split up, leaving me with the youngest member of our team a little yellow squeaker by the name of Sunny.
As cute as Sunny was, she had to be the most annoying brat I had ever had the displeasure of meeting. Every waking moment, a little high-pitched voice would whine, Im bored. When are we gonna actually do something? Were not doing anything It grew on my nerves with each passing second, and if we werent in the same band of thieves, Id strangle her.
If I were the boss, wed have plenty of stuff by now she declared, hopping along beside me as I tried to tune her out, Hey! Maybe I should be the
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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