One man lost his axe. He was convinced that he had been stolen. And that the thief was his neighbor's youngest son.
He looked at his step, the same as that of the robbers. He looked at the young man's gaze, with the same view of the robbers. He looked at how to talk about the young man: the same way to talk about him as the robbers. He looked at everything else of the young man, the same as the accounts of the gang of robbers. The man had no hesitation, he was a young man and a thief.
But one day he found an axe in the woods. Man used to leave in the woods. When she came back from the forest, she saw the young woman. And then the step, the look, the way of talking about the young man and everything else didn't seem, much less, the traits that characterized the pursuers.