Tick tock, tick tock, the clock ticked. There was only shadows around in the room. The night was bright with the full moon tonight. But it was drizzling too. Good. He will be able to do what he needed to do, without worrying too much about noise.
Fifteen minutes passed. He got up, tip toed to his door. He carefully turned the knob and opened the door gently. There was a soft squeak but the good thing was, the drizzle outside drowned the sound.
Slowly, he tip toed out to the stairs, passed his parent's room. He knew which piece would squeak when stepped on, and so he avoided that piece. Slowly he walked down the stairs. Once he was downstairs, he headed to the kitchen. Just a few more steps to go.
He tip toed into the kitchen, salivating. There it was, his favourite salty peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, baked just this morning by his lovely mother, all arranged nicely in the cookie jar. His mother only allowed 1 piece a day and it was just too little for him. How could he resist until tomorrow?
As he dipped his hand into the jar, suddenly, the kitchen light was switched on. His mother stood there with her hands by her hips. His heart dropped. Ooops.
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