"The bugger stole my favorite painting!" Shouted a man of in a distance.
"Oiiii come back with my favorite painting you thief!" the shouting draws closer.
You see a man running with a huge painting strapped loosely on his back
You wonder how the painting stays in place.
While you were wondering about the straps on the panting you see a small fat, boy with fine clothes running passed you chasing after the thief at a surprising speed for his size.
And they passed you.
You never thought about the incident ever again.
THE END.
