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The Thief

By Kaitlyn Christianson


He comes in the night when he is hungry.

He doesn’t like cookies or crackers or

Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

What he does like is dirty socks.

My brother said he saw him one night,

Sneaking around the house,

Searching our laundry baskets.

He is a fast man and can not be

Caught. He comes in,

Eats a sock or two, (never the

Same sock of course.) Then he

Goes on his way

Until the next night.