Today Old-Friend got up and looked out his window down at the crowded streets of his fair city and wondered.."I wonder if the gods will ever make another place that my plane can fly too."

In all of every cities that he had been to latly had become so busy it was elbow room only. Heck he even tried to pick the pockets of his own boss. Of course that was a mistake but he was sure he was reaching for someone elses hem line.

He closed his blinds wondering if the "GODS" were even watching what was going on in the streets, heck it was hard when it was a few hoods in town now ...... he had to look at hair styles, boot markings, and colors. What was a good thief to do?

Say there sir/Maam do you mind if I pick your pockets...he was sure that apporch would not work but somedays that is what it was like with the streets being so busy now.

Old-Friend climbs back into bed and dreams of another city that he could plifer.