Timothy the unlucky squirrel thief
The eventful (and humiliating) night of an ambitious hapless thief
Chapter 1
by 
Ranuix
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Timothy Roberrson paced back and forth in the dusty living room of the abandoned and wrecked house in which he had settled. While walking he took his work tools, namely: crowbar, screwdriver, ropes, a utility knife, a lockpick, a black suit with rubber-soled shoes, and the inevitable balaclava. After making sure he had all his tools with him, Tim walked over to the round table on which he had placed a series of maps of houses and villas, and photos with the faces of famous and very very rich people on them.
"Tonight is THE Night! It's the night I finally take the big step that will lead me to a life of wealth and luxury!"
Thought the squirrel, happily rubbing his hands and running his tongue over his lips, imagining all the delicious foods and the beautiful women he could have afforded if this night had been a success ... but then also imagining himself in a orange uniform while being filed by the police and locked up in a filthy cell with a roommate much bigger and more shady than him.
This image chilled the blood in Timothy's veins, who after taking a deep sigh to calm himself down, muttered to himself: "Ok Tim, don't lose your cool and don't celebrate until the job is done. Now: the sun is setting, today we celebrate New Year's Eve so I will have enough time to act undisturbed, I hope, but I have yet to decide which of these money inflated idiots will be my victim tonight! "
After saying this Tim took a rusty kitchen knife, just to make an unnecessarily cool scene, and after thinking for a long time with a finger on his chin, he raised his hand in a theatrical gesture and after having stabbed one of the many photos on the table, he exclaimed:
"AH-AH! I have decided, tonight I will empty the house of ...."