“You ever gonna steal anything from cereal boxes again?”
Davey was so frightened, he shook his head no, and the tear lines on his face felt sticky as he moved.
The moley man stood up, and grinned at the policeman, and walked out, leaving Davey behind, in that place that scared him so.
And it was true.
Davey never would steal from the cereal boxes again, he knew. As a matter of fact, he hated cereal now.
And he didn’t much care for cops, either.