Short Story: An old man tale. Robbed, but rescued.

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The old man used to walk to his local park every day. He would sit down on his park bench for half an hour, then, he would walk home again. A local punk noticed his routine. He took the opportunity to break into the poor old guy's home, one day, when the old man was out. The old man came home to find his front door wide open. He had been feeling funny all the way home. He had felt something was up. He went inside. He saw the mess of a rampaged over house. He looked around, and he called his neighbour over. The neighbour had a dog. He let it into the old man's house. "Follow that scent, catch the punk," the neighbour instructed his dog. The neighbour followed his dog from behind. Sure enough, still in the neighbourhood, the dog went into a house, a few streets over. Catching up to his dog, Fred, the neighbour, knocked on the door. After a few minutes, a young punk came out. The idiot was wearing still the old man's football beany. Fred grabbed him by the throat. Fred removed the beany. "Why?" he asked. "Why not?" answered the punk. "Because of me," Fred said, and he simply punched the punk into tomorrow. Fred went into the house, a bit later, after coming back again, with the old man in tow, and so, the old man got all of his things back again, and the young punk hopefully woke up a few hours later, having learnt a valuable lesson from Fred. Could there be any real moral in a story such as this one? "Tomorrow never comes in spades, unless you dig up the roses first, and plant your own, nobody else's ones will do instead." Work that one out! Photo Credit: The photo used in this article was sourced from the free media site, pixabay.com Fred looked a tough cookie for anyone to have to face up to.