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Buster Brown was a thief－and a good one, too, he thought．He'd never been caught by the police because he was always well prepared．He stood outside the house and read the sign on the front gate of the house．“Don't worry about the dog－be aware of the owner!”it said, Buster smiled and found his way in．
The house looked quite normal outside, but inside it was very unusual with beautiful and wonderful things．As he began putting them into his bag, a dog came into the room．It stopped when it saw Buster．a(chǎn)nd then went over to him, licking(舔)his open hand．“Good boy,”Buster whispered．“What a great guard dog you are－trying to lick me to death．”
Satisfied he'd made friends with the dog, Buster began to walk around the house, choosing things to put in his bag．His skilled eyes picked out only the best antiques(古董)．His new friend, the dog, sat and watched．
“Well, boy,”Buster whispered, finally．“That might do．Any more and I won't be able to carry it!”He moved the heavy bag onto his shoulders, just as the lights came on．He covered his eyes with his hand．
“You're a very silly person,”the man in the doorway said．As the man got closer, Buster could see he was well dressed．His face seemed familiar, but Buster couldn't remember where he had seen him before．
“You should have taken more notice of the sign outside,”the man shouted．“I knew about this attempted robbery last week and I also know you will end up behind bars for 20 years．How can you try to rob the house of a world famous fortune teller(算命者)!”
