Robert Goyal was at John's house, sitting in the parlor
He spied a box of Ferrero Rocher in the kitchen
Wrapped in gold, a box of twelve spheres of gooey hazelnut goodness
He floated the box into his backpack and furtively zipped it up
John was none the wiser as he said "Hey Bob, have you seen my chocolates?"
"Nope! I gotta go home, though. See you at school."

When he got home, Robert felt guilty.
His shoulders felt heavy and his stomach hurt thinking about the stolen chocolates. Why had he wanted them in the first place?
Ah yes! He had wanted to give them to his sister Lisa, age 7. She had aced her math test.

"Big bro! Where are you???" Lisa's voice floated into Robert's room.

"I'm not in here!"

"Very funny," said Lisa. "Imma just leave you alone."

The feeling of guilt grew and grew until he felt hot all over.
He strode to the refrigerator and spilled a whole carton of milk!

"Golly, how clumsy are you, Big Bro!" said Lisa.
"I'm sorry, I'll just clean this up!"
"I dunno why you're sorry. It's not my milk. I'm lactose intolerant!"
"Wait a minute, you're lactose intolerant? That's okay then, I'll just give it to my friend at school."
"Give your friend what?" Lisa demanded.
"The milk, I can't drink it"
"Have you lost your marbles? What good is spilt milk?"
"Um.. no good."
"You keep saying weird things, Big Bro."

Robert went back to his room where the box of chocolate was.
He knew that stealing was wrong because it would then lead to lying
And he knew that lying was wrong because he knew that people would never trust him ever again.
To make things right, he knew what he had to do; he had to go to John's house, apologize for what he had done, and return the box of chocolate.

The door swung open. "Oh hey, what's up Bob? Back so soon?" said John.
"Yeah, I came here to apologize and return the box of chocolate"
"What chocolate?" said John, confused.
"The chocolate that was in your kitchen in the house."
John thought hard. "Oh THAT chocolate!" And then he laughed like an excited rat.
"Why are you laughing?!"
"Because... I was going to throw that box out anyway! It was expired."
"Oh, that's okay, we could just buy a new one!"
"But Bob, if you had the money to buy new chocolate, why'd you have to steal mine?"
"I just couldn't help myself!"
"What do you mean?"
"I wanted more and more chocolate, I wanted to gather it all in my kitchen!"
"For what?"
"So that I have something sweet to eat after dinner."
"Wait, I'm confused. Do your parents not buy you candy?"
"No, they don't, I've always wanted it, so I decided to finally collect all the chocolate I could find."
"Okay, just keep it. I told you, it expired."
"Yeah, I can't eat it anyway, it doesn't taste good anymore."
"How would you know unless you eat it?"
"No one has eaten it, and it just has been sitting there for I don't know.. days.
John shook his head sadly. He took a Ferrero Rocher from the box and popped it into his mouth.
"Tastes fine to me."
"Really? Let me try.. Oh yeah, it does!"
"Yeah, the expiration date is just a guideline for nonperishables."

"Oh, I get it now."
"Yeah, so don't worry about it. Thank you for returning it though, and being honest."

"Well I'm glad we solved the problem. Now I feel much better. Thank you!"

The friends shook hands.
And Robert Goyal never stole anything ever again.