I was robbed yesterday, while walking home from the library. My robber was a tall woman with short, dark, curly hair. She didn’t look dangerous. That was her disguise, allowing her to sneak up behind unsuspecting women and rob them. She smiled at me sweetly and said “Excuse me, do you know the way to a guaranteed happy ending?” I answered “No, I’m sorry, I don’t.” “Oh well, never mind,” she said, and turned and walked away. When I returned home, and checked my pockets, I realised that she had stolen one hundred words from me while we were talking.