With the informer's tiny paper in hand she wondered whether it was a good idea to prove it all

She recalled the adage that says: If one climbs up some mountain

In search of baboons one should Not be shell-shocked to see them

She walked along the winding path

As if she had accepted its bends and gall

When she arrived at House Number 12 FS

She stormed into the kitchen and then bedroom

There he was ...having some little delicious breakfast

It galled her to see that the snatcher was below her class Lost for words...a fearless fire consumed her heart and head