A few nights ago, a thief sneaked over to the Home of Love and stole our son's Rubens bike! Luckily one of the girls saw him and that began the loud chase. In complete pitch darkness the thief darted through the thick jungle grass, over building material and managed to slop through the 6 inch mud in the rice field with the bike in tow! But Rahul, Rintu and others were on his tail. The older girls and a small army of children ran behind in the dark, through the field, chanting "Chor! Chor! Chor!". It was just mildly dramatic, let me tell you!
The end of the story is that the kids terrified the poor thief so much that he scrambled over our tall brick wall in a big hurry, but not before stashing the bike in the trees for later. Big, strong Rintu though was not outsmarted and quickly found it.
Talk of the thief permeated the next hour's conversation! And how do you think that I know about this story? If you saw my muddy sandals you would know...
