The League Of Strange And Exciting Boots.

So it is exams and i needed something light hearted to write and relax So here it is. Enjoi.

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The street was full of people running to and fro, some were selling wares from trays tied around there necks. They looked liked ants, scurrying to the nest to curry favour with the queen. Within this mass of movement a man walked calmly stepping to the side and saying sorry to those who bumped into him.

The Man was dressed in rich but old and rather ragged clothing. His boots stood out, they weren’t the usual black or brown leather but were by the looks of things multi-coloured. He spotted someone that he seemingly recognised and hurried to him.

“Good day sir may I have a few moments of your time?”

“What you want?” The Man had approached the one figure that was being fully avoided, and for good reason. He wore a giant blue hat with pink flowers upon it, to go with his hat he wore a pink flowery dress.

“I wish you to give me your gold. Now, if you please.” The crazy man looked taken aback.

“What?”

“I am a thief and I believe thieves take belongings belonging to someone else.”

The Man removed a small pouch from his side.

“If you deposit your gold in this pouch I am sure we could become best of friends.”

By now Crazy was looking quite confused, he had of course been mugged before but usually that was with a knife or a poisonous snake. He quite enjoyed the Poisonous snake muggings. The mugger usually got bitten.

After staring at The Man for a few minutes Crazy had finally decided on the best course of action. He began stripping out of his clothes.

“I thought I was bloody crazy.”

“Sir, there is no need for you to strip.” A crowd had gathered. Many street sellers were taking advantage of the situation and were doing some good business.

“You! Shut! Up!” Crazy yelled the words with a pause between them. “The Doc said I might see people. But this is beyond crazy. I don’t want to be crazy anymore. They said it would be a good way to make money. I could live like a king in my alley.”

A few people in the crowd had begun to joke about the situation.

The Man picked up the hat and dress and offered it to Crazy who threw the clothes up into the air and laughed hysterically.

“You are all LIARS!”

With this he went bounding off down the street stark naked. The Man himself looked at the crowd and smiled.

“Can you all give me your gold please? I am a thief new to the city all help is greatly appreciated.”

A ripple of laughter went through the crowd which was now a fair size. Coins began clinking to the floor as people realised the events were over and were wandering off.

The Man began collecting it politely saying his thanks to the crowd as they moved off. The Man stood up and counted his haul. Twenty small silver, a toothpick, one glass eye and the cream of the crop a dead mouse.

“Not a bad day of stealing.” The Man deposited the haul into his pocket. “What do you think George?”

“Samuel, I think that we are going to get our riches back in almost no time whatsoever.”

A tall handsome man, wearing almost exactly the same clothing as The Man apart from his boots which were strangely sparkly and reflected the light, had appeared next to him.