Meeting the Gang of Robbery and Murders
I love walking in the woods in the summertime. Especially late in the afternoon. As I was doing the very same near the banks of the Mississippi, I came across a raft; that was aimlessly floating on the shore. I was intrigued by the way the raft was made and looked vaguely familiar. As soon as I touched it, my surroundings became dark and were soon unconscious. When I opened my eyes, all I heard were a bunch of voices yelling and screaming. The voices all seemed to belong to a group of boys. I was right. They were boys. But not the kind who'd play a nice game of baseball or soccer. But instead were harassing a few women having a picnic by the stream. "Look here, we don't wanna kill you or anything. Just give us your money and watches and stuffs and we'll be on our way. It's been weeks since my Gang has got any sleep or food even. So you'd better cough up!" said a small, skinny boy with curly hair. "And I need some money so that I can live without ...