ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Arthur's Pointless Tale ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ
Arthur rounded the corner of the building nervously, emerging from the
shadows.  The city around him remained cold and silent.  He stopped when bright
lights turned on ahead, wondering fearfully if they came from a police car.
Arthur remained transfixed with apprehension, rooted into the ground like a
vine.  That is, a vine holding an aerosal can dripping with red paint.  Arthur'sfear ebbed as the glowing, accusing eyes remained stationary.  When they
suddenly flicked off he realized that a pair of motion detector lights had held
him at bay for over a minute.  Arthur let out a trapped breath that formed fog,
and slowly a mischevous grin spread across his face.  The young vandal ran
triumphantly into the alley.  He brandished his spray paint can, and didn't carewhen the lights flooded his eyes again.  Nearly a block away, a bitter old man
heard glass shatter, something metal hit the concrete, and footsteps pound away
into the night.  "Damn those kids!" he muttered.  "If it isn't graffitti it's
smashing mailboxes, or breaking windows, or some other kind of mischief, and I
don't like it!"  The angry gnarled man coughed, and turned back toward the door."As long as they don't do it to my building.  Brrrr!  I need a cigarette."  He
didn't hear the eggs splatter against the door as it slammed shut.
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