Onenightahotelcaughtfire,andthepeoplewhowerestayinginitranoutintheirnightclothes.
Twomenstoodoutsideandlookedatthefire.
“BeforeIcameout,”saidone,“Iranintosomeoftheroomsandfoundalotofmoney.Peopledon’tthinkofmoneywhenthey’reafraid.Whenanyoneleavespapermoneyinafire,thefireburnsit.SoItookallthebillsthatIcouldfind.NoonewillbepoorerbecauseItookthem.”
“Youdon’tknowmywork,”saidtheother.
“Whatisyourwork?”
“I’mapoliceman.
“Oh!”criedthefirstman.Hethoughtquicklyandsaid,“Anddoyouknowmywork?”“No,”saidthepoliceman.
“I’mawriter.I’malwaystellingstoriesaboutthingsthatneverhappened.”