There once was a neighborhood thief named Jack who was known by all and sundry for being quick, cunny and stealthy. Jack had been stealing for years from unsuspecting victims, and had become quite good at it. He had gone on to recruit a group of crooks in his neighborhood and the had terrorized the people of his small town.
Jack was known for going after both the wealthy and poor. He didn't care about your level in society. That was how cruel he was. He normally sets out with his crew on any mission but one night, Jack sets his sights on a wealthy man's home. He has had his eyes on the house for so long and wanted to rob it alone. He crept up to the house, carefully avoiding the guards and security cameras. He was about to break in through a window when he heard a voice behind him.
"Freeze! Hands in the air!"
Jack turned to see two police officers pointing their pistols at him. He had been caught red-handed.
He thought of dashing into the bush to escape. But he was surrounded and with no way to escape, Jack surrendered and was arrested. The officers handcuffed him and took him to the station, where he was charged with burglary and illegal possession of a firearm.
Despite his skills as a thief, Jack was not in any way a match for the law. He was sentenced to several years in prison by the judge. There he would have plenty of time to reflect on the error of his ways. And maybe mend his ways.
