THE PERPETRATOR MOVES through the lunch line, with food only a secondary concern. When the fiend nears the condiments and silverware: the true objective occurs surreptitiously, hardly noticeable: whole handfuls of napkins are scooped from the stainless steel holders then nestled in his waistbands under the tent of his shirt.
Just before the next-period bell, the thief runs unseen to the top of the sophomore hall staircase, where he doesn’t belong, breathing heavily, adrenaline releasing.
The mob of noisy adolescents echo in the stairwell, as hundreds of napkins snow down onto the perplexed students. W.T.F. !?
The Napkin Beast strikes again !