After about a 2 blocks, Tom couldn't hear them chasing him anymore so he slowed down to a walk.
"Man, not even these locals can take a prank." Tom sighed to himself. No one seemed to ever have any sense of humor now adays. When Tom was younger, people used to crack up laughing when he did his pranks. Well his dad did anyway, before he passed away.
Tom shook his head. Why was he thinking such sad thoughts? He needed to get on with his goal in life. The goal that his father inspired: To teach the world about good humor one prank at a time.
This cheered Tom up a bit as he arrived to his college. As he went toward his dorm Tom realized that his RA might still be on his case for the the whole snake thing. Going around the building, Tom entered the back way and started up the stairs. He climbed all the way to the top of the 4 story building and went into the first door on his right, his room.
Relieved that his roommate Nate wasn't there, Tom flopped onto him bed and let out another sigh. He closed his eyes a minute to rest from his eventful day. He was feeling a little guilty about stealing that junk from those people at the yard sale. At the time he had thought of it as payment for the lesson in good humor that he gave, but now he wasn't too sure. Maybe he took a little too much.
"Ah, oh well" he said "too late now" Tom rolled over and emptied his pockets to see what exactly he had snagged.
It appeared to be a bunch of junk. There was a little statue, a few cloths that resembled old pieces of clothing, a pair of earings, a neckless, and what appeared to be a sheet of folded up paper.
He picked it up and opened it. It appeared to be some sort of a letter. It said:
