“I’m a super hero!” the little boy cried out. “I fight crime in the most dastardly of places against the most evil of foes!”
He took off running toward the far corner store of the little borough. With a flip of his cape, he burst into the shop, “Mr. Store Man, have you spotted any crime happening?”
The manager of the shop smiled down at the young lad, “Why no, I haven’t. Did you check the Laundromat? I hear that’s where they hide out.”
The little boy put his hands on his hips and stuck his chest out, “I was there earlier this morning with my mom.” He got closer to the store manager and whispered loudly in that way that young kids do, “I was under cover, you see.” His eyes lit up in shock, “But I mustn’t tell you my secret identity!”
As the older man chuckled, “We appreciate you keeping our neighborhood safe.”
“Of course!” cried the boy. “It’s what I do.”
The young boy stepped back and looked around the store. Once he was satisfied that there wasn’t a criminal lurking about, he wiped his arm across his forehead.
“Fighting crime is thirsty work, Mr. Store Man.”
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