“Give me the bloody paper!” the gentleman yelled at the poor paperboy as he chased him around the street trying to get the morning paper from him.

The paper boy hid behind the garbage cans, as the gentleman continued to run past him. He didn’t want to give up his papers. He wasn’t a kleptomaniac but he knew what people did with the papers.

The paper boy peered around from his hiding spot and noticing that no one was around, he came back out. He was happy he had saved a few papers from their horrible demise and kissed them joyfully.

Making his way back on the street, he peered around noticing that no was looking for their morning paper. Yet, as soon as he saw another man in a suit, he began to run as he heard those dreaded words.

“Hey boy, the morning paper if you please.”