May watched as the trees flew by, creating a green and gray blur through the window. Being only seven, she didn't have much say in family discussions. She wouldn't  change anything, anyway. Her family wasn't going to stay in Riverside. May wondered how long she would stay this time. Eight months? A year? She picked up her favorite book, quicky getting lost in the story.

The youngest thief begged the others to turn around the wagon and return the stolen riches to her friends.

"You are getting too soft," said her mother. "These people are not your friends, but victims of our thievery!"

"But mother!"  the young thief cried, "We can change! We don't need to steal at all! We can become better people, giving instead of stealing, helping instead of walking away."

Her mother  was moved by this speech, and turned back around. "You prove a point. Thievery keeps us running. Wouldn't it be nice to settle down for a bit, and make real friends?"

May loved this story, even if she didn't know what a lot of the words meant. She admired the fact that the young thief was so determined to live a normal life with her friends that she actually changed her mother's mind.

Now, if only that would really happen...