One afternoon, I went out to walk my dog, Lucky. We were walking on the peaceful sidewalk,then it stopped and started to shit. So I waited for Lucky to finish and then tied it to a tree. I cleaned up the waste with the newspaper I always carry while walking Lucky. It was one of those days that Lucky enjoyed a good appetite. So you could imagine the magnificent  amount, so fresh, warm and heavy. With the trash can a little far, I wrapped it carefully in such a delicate way that it even looks like a gift to someone not aware of what's really inside. Just while I was admiring this stuff wider than my palm, it was suddenly snapped by a lad running so fast passing by one minute ago. I didn't realized what's going on from my freezing status out of shock and fear before I heard a shout,"Stop him! My wallet was stolen!" Then I looked around only to find I was standing right in front of the door of a bank. Aha! The desperate robber must had mistaken the newspaper pack as freshly withdrew cash. Well, it's also fresh. I burst into laughters, wishing him like Lucky's gift.