In the Still of the Night
By
Lillian
IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT
NO ONE WAS LOOKING. HE COULD DO IT IF HE TIMED IT RIGHT.
HE'D BE IN AND OUT AND NO ONE WOULD KNOW THE DIFFERENCE.
HE WAS RUNNING OUT OF TIME, BUT HE COULDN'T TAKE THE RISK.
THE COAST WASN'T CLEAR.
THEN… EVERYONE LEFT.
UNDER THE COVER OF DARKNESS HE STEALTHILY CREPT FORWARD.
UNDER THE BLANKET OF NIGHT HE SLOWLY SIDLED ALONG SIDE THE HOUSE.
AND THEN WITH ONE SWIFT MOVEMENT HE RAN INTO THE KITCHEN.
"MR. HOSS WHAT YOU DO?"
"LIL OLE ME…WHY HOP SING WHATEVER ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??"
" WHAT YOU DO WITH HOP SING'S FRESH APPLE PIE?"