Steve had always felt it necessary to follow certain rules. Don’t kill. Don’t lie. Don’t covet what is someone else's. Well, he can’t covet what is his, can he? When he wanted what belonged to someone else, he took it. Then it was his. Of course, he found that he needed to make more and more things his as time went on. It started small, at first. A few magazines, some brownies from a bake sale; things no one would miss.
Then he got into the big time. Steve began stealing furniture he wanted for his apartment. Games he couldn’t afford he simply took for himself. It was all too easy. But he wasn’t satisfied. He wanted what everyone else had, and everyone else always had something bigger and better. He felt cheated by life. If he was to not covet others’ possessions, then he had to have them for himself.
He tried to explain this, as the police cuffed him. After all, it was perfectly normal for his house to be crammed full of items. He needed a lot. And if the items in question happened to have once belonged to others, why - they didn’t now, did they?
Steve continued explaining while being driven off in the patrol car. He was simply following the rules.
After the car left, the police began the arduous task of sorting out the thousands of items that literally spilled out of Steve’s house. And if one officer snuck a few things into his pockets while doing his job, it was earned. He hadn’t gotten a bonus in much too long.
After all, he was simply following the rules.
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