The boy who called thief

 

There once was a teenage boy working at a small store in the summer and was bored so he thought it would be funny to call out thief “thief help theres a thief stealing from the store” the store workers came out from the break room to find the boy standing there with a smile on his face.

The workers said “don’t call thief if there is not thief” then they went back to the break room the boy started to laugh that they come over even when no one was stealing  from the store.

Later he called out again “thief thief there is a thief stealing from the store” so they come from the back where they were restocking the store and from the boy laughing on the floor they said to him “do not call thief if there is not one stealing from the store.”

The boy just smiled while they went back to restock the back.

Later he saw a someone walk in then the man started to throw stuff at the boy and put other things in his pockets so the boy scared and almared called out “help help there is a thief come fast.”

No one came till about 15 minutes the they get there and they find the store has food and other things all over the store and the boy in a coroner behind the counter sad and feeling bad.     

The boy asked “why didn’t you come there was a real thief I needed your guys help but you did not come”

They called the store owner and he came down to the store and told the boy that “no one believes a liar even when there telling the truth.”

The owner also said that you can’t call out thief is there is not one if you do again i will have to fire you.



Billy Collins wrote a poem about 9/11/1 called the names, in this poem he says the names of many of the people who died that day. He also tells things that may remind us of those people and how even if their gone their still here in spirit and inside us. When he wrote the poem in a sad tone and a not forgetting voice  of the men and women that everyone lost that day. This poem makes you think about how it just takes one little thing to remind you of someone you love that you lost. There will always be something that reminds you of that one person that you love and you will remember all the good times you had. we breath you in by Patti Tana her poem is about how there in us in the air and everywhere and we are and you are us. There is way to remember you because the memories of you is you and will you be that memories  or someone new.