Shame Mushroom

Yes indeed, very hungry. Starving. Well, maybe not that bad. Coincidence–we’re grocery shopping. Boring! I think to myself, skipping down the aisles looking innocent. Oh, my, look at these perfect mushrooms! I look around the shop. They won’t mind–I mean, come on! I walk around the corner quietly, taking the mushroom, and then slipping it into my mouth. Fake cough. “Lupe, time to check out,” says Dad. Sounding funny (because the mushroom is still in my mouth!). Why did I do that? Lupe, the stealer. Oh, how I wish I didn’t do that. Oh well, I say, walking out of the shop.

Lupe, age 11

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