Two weeks ago my bicycle was stolen while I was out of town visiting my family. I was angry at first but I quickly got over it. I'll just walk; there is no need for me to get bent out of shape over someone's bad deed. "Easy come, easy go," as they say.
This morning when I took the dogs out, Archer and our foster-dog Stella, I noticed that Steven's bike was missing. I came back in and ask him was his bike at school or did he ride it home.
"It should be outside." he replied.
