Happy Queen of Thieves

A dexterous, polished thriving connoisseur I have evolved to be. Slick, Stelthlike , agile thing, swift in retrieving my prise, Happy- to which, continuous aluded me. 

Much like the -far too costly-lemon merange pie my father coveted as a child- Happy has seemingly always been my taunting mirage marange.

I stalked it, and stole- just small bits, barely enough to be noticed, traced or missed. Suttle smiles, timid curled lips, sly side smirks , ...fleeting Happy. Like small thoughts, all pickpocketed by this pauper...if not the whole Happiness, just a morsel of Happy I stole for me.