Once upon a time there was a young thief by the name of Nick Nimblepaws. He was scrawny, but he was quick in both hand and foot, fast as a hare and nimble as a squirrel. He never resorted to violence if he could help it, prefering to rely on his wits and physical agilities that he had pefected over his 17 years.
Having no fixed abode, he was currently walking along a forest road, belt pouch filled with ill-gotten gold. His feet as always were bare as he thought footwear would hamper his running and climbing, and stopped to rest and rub them. As he did so, he...