“I need money,quick!” I gasped nervously. “I must do the one thing I’m great at, stealing.”
The gang don’t know me as Canter Krychowiak, they call me by my well-known nickname-‘The Raccoon’. I was known as that because I could hide well and steal yet can be clumsy sometimes. They all helped me think of where I should steal from. Suddenly, Pavel suggested the bank. I grinned evilly. I waited till the sky was pitch black. That was my cue. I hid behind a tree and stepped on a crunchy leaf but luckily no one heard me. I was at the vault but I couldn’t reach it. I stepped on a box but I was still too small. Next I stepped on a chair and grabbed the money easily.
“BOOM!” I slipped of the chair.
“Who’s that?!” the guard shouted angrily…