By Bobby Belden, with help from cathymw

    Then I saw Mart sneak into the house with a paper bag under his arm and slowly shut the kitchen door, breathing a sigh of relief .  He must have thought that no one was there to catch him. 

    But he didn’t see me.  I was lying under the table, coloring in my coloring book.  Since he looked like he didn’t want anyone to know what he was up to, I quietly followed him up to his room.

    Luckily, just like my older brothers and sister, I know where to step on each stair so that it doesn’t creak.  That way I can sneak into the kitchen in the middle of the night and get some cookies.  But don’t tell Moms, she thinks Mart is doing that.

    Anyway, he had left his door open just a little bit.  So I quietly sat down in the hallway and peeked around the door frame.

    He started taking stuff out of the bag.  I’m a big boy and can read now, so I could tell that the bag was from the local paper store.  They have all sorts of paper in all sorts of colors.  And cool pens too!  When I’m good and behave, Moms buys me some pretty colored paper.

    Anyway, Mart carefully set the paper on his desk and sat down.  Then he set aside the new paper he had just bought and grabbed some paper from the printer.  But he had no sooner picked up the pen and started writing when he stopped, threw down the pen, crumpled up the paper, and threw it away.  And when he threw it away, it just happened to roll out the door, right at my feet.  I quickly grabbed it and opened it up, as quietly as I could.

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