USUALLY there’s nothing funny about being a victim of crime.
But when your car gets broken into and the only thing stolen is a child’s library book, well, you have to laugh.
I mean, it’s not like anyone would be likely to press charges over a missing copy of Green Eggs and Ham.
What would the offence be called?
Stealing with intent? To read?
It’s the strangest thing.
They came in the dead of night, ransacked my car, and left with the only item which didn’t belong to me.
My first thought was that the book was overdue back at the library.
Did the local council really endorse vigilante-style recovery of overdue library books?
What if I forget to pay my rates?
Will Paddi Creevey creep into my house and confiscate my front door key?
It’s just got me puzzled as to what kind of thief leaves $6.80 worth of loose change, a Madonna CD and a terribly fancy umbrella in favour of a Dr Suess paperback?
My daughter will tell you it was a fox in socks, while my neighbours promise they saw a cat in a hat roaming the streets last week.
At least whoever – or whatever – it was has good taste.
And I’ve got some explaining to do at the library.
I’ll tell them it was the Lorax.
From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere!”
― Dr. Seuss, One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish
