Aron was, like boys his age, mischievous and energetic; he was neither bad nor well behaved. Like most boys in his grade, Aron wanted the new action figure advertised on television.
But Aron's parents would not buy him the new toy. Not because they were poor; they just did not have the money to buy the latest toys. Every toy he asked for, his parents would ask his older cousins for old ones they no longer played with. Those weren't bad; they just weren't new like the ones his friends got.
This time, however, his cousins did not have any action figures they could give him. This made Aron sad as his friends, one by one, all got theirs. Tommy got his first. Tommy always boasted that his uncle worked in a toy store. That's how he got his toys before everyone else.
As the other boys got theirs, they played together, often leaving Aron out.
One day, Tommy's figure went missing. No one could find it, though they searched the playground, lockers, and students' bags. Tommy said it didn't matter, as his uncle would get him the latest one next month.
Now, it so happened that evening as he left school and was walking home. Aron, who loved pulling leaves off the shrubs, found Tommy's figure in the bushes.
He knew it was Tommy's because it had the same scratch on the chest. Aron looked around carefully, and seeing no one, he slipped the toy into his bag and hurried home.
Aron decided he'd keep the action figure. Tommy thought it was lost and wouldn't miss it, and his parents wouldn't mind if he told them one of his friends gave it to him.
"Finders keepers, losers weepers."
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