Sam walked about the streets. He usually went to bed late and woke up early, he liked to get as much loot as possible from pick-pocketing. He smiled as a woman passed by, with a grocery bag. He smiled, and suck behind him. There was nobody else around, and he didn't notice when he snuck his hand in and took a loaf of bread, a small little plastic packet of ham, and a corn cob. He ran off with his loot, sure he would have a good breakfast and dinner that night. He wasn't looking where he was going, and ran into some woman he didn't know. "Sorry!" he said nervously as he dropped all his food.