Who's a Thief?

Once upon a time there was a thief who liked to iron, but he could never find his own. He sculked around his neighborhood looking for steam irons till one day. He was walking around his neighborhood, and he noticed that a few houses down at the corner of Press and Fold that there was the scent of steam coming from one of the houses. He continued sniffing all the way, then at 513-Fold Street he found the correct house of steam.

He got closer to the house, and he decided to observe what was going on around the house. He saw many people coming and going from this one house and he wondered why. He moved closer and closer till he walked up to the door. He decided to knock on the door as if he was a person who was lost. The owner came to the door and asked him to come into the house. "How can I help you, Sir?" He said that he was out walking and for some reason just lost his way. "Well, what is your address, and we will get you on you way." The person went to get a map on the neighborhood and while they were gone, he looked around and saw the perfect steam iron he needed and wanted and put it in his backpack that he always carried. It was brand new, but it would serve his purpose when he got home.

When the person got back from getting the map the thief told them that he remembered where how to get home and he left, but he did say thank you for the help and sorry for the inconvenience for bothering them when they were busy. The person of the house went about their business, and did not even notice till the next day that one of the steam irons were missing.

He looked around the house thinking that he just moved to a different place, but he searched everywhere and no luck in finding it. He remembered there was that guy that said he was lost and then he remembered where to go, but why would he take a steam iron, but the joke would be on him for that particular iron was broken and I could never find time to get it fixed. Maybe that would teach the thief a thing or two.

The thief got the steam iron home, but when he set the iron up nothing happened. He waited and waited an hour or two and still nothing. The thief thought "Well, I guess crime doesn't pay or gets the wrinkles out." The thief put the steam iron on the shelf, and he would get it fixed and return it the owner the same way he took it or just put it on the porch for he learned that he is not a good thief, but an honest person.