After Three Years

The Moonlight shone through the holes in the cave. At the entrance of the cave was a bald old man dressed in grey monk robes standing and staring at the moon.

Behind him was a young boy of about five or six, with flawless features, golden eyes and snow-white hair. He sat cross-legged and with a very serious expression, he counted the money in an old bag. 

After counting it, he would frown and begin all over again.

"Mr Monk. One gold and five copper coins are missing."

The monk did not even look back. "Perhaps the rabbits stole it while you were sleeping."

"But I closed the bag tightly and even held it while I slept. How can they just keep stealing from us?" He looked around the cave. They also stole a wine bag from the tavern. The next time I catch them, I will kill them."