WANTED: FANTA BOHANNA

WANTED:FANTA BOHANNA; BURGLARY
A man in Fleebottom walks up behind a crowd of people snickering around the noticeboard. Somewhere in the crowd a young boy says "Oh Mommy, wat does the pictura say"?

"Quiet Robby, I'm trying to concentrate" says a woman in the crowd intensely staring at the wall of pages. The man begins to nudge his way through the crowd to get a closer look. Poking his head through the crowd, he manages to get a look at the notice everyone seems to be so concerned with. Nothing looks different about it to the man, all a bunch of symbols and lines drawn a crumbling paper to him. However, the man kept staring. Hoping that if this time, he stared long enough he would be able to see what everyone else saw on the crumbled paper. The man still saw nothing. He let out a breath of air and shrugged his shoulders.

"It useless" he said to himself. He goes to turn his head from the crumbled pages stamped to the wall and notices a speck of color. "How did I not notice this before" he again says to himself. Above the notice was a pictures of large black cat holding a large a red bag with a black mask covering the front of its face.

The man let out a small laugh and scratched his head. Small white snowflakes fell from the man's head and floated down to the earth below. Realizing this paper must be nothing but a wives tale he backs away. Pushing lazly through the crowd; the man can't quiete understand how a cat can fill up a bag of goodies and make away with it. The man tells himself "It must be the nobles trying to trick us again."