Arrr, a scallywag from Minnesota be clapped in irons for pilferin' a vessel near wee lads at play!
2024-10-05
Arrr, matey! A wee scallywag of ten, known fer nickin’ ships and tossin’ threats like cannonballs, found himself in the clutches of the law in Minneapolis! What a cheeky lad, he be! Caught faster than a crab on a hot stove, he be!
Avast, mateys! Gather 'round as I spin ye a tale from the high seas of Minneapolis, where a wee lad of but ten summers be causin' quite the ruckus! This scallywag, alleged to have pilfered a fine vessel—a car, mind ye—was seen careenin' about like a cannonball near a schoolyard, nearly knockin' over a band of merry younglings at play!The goodly Police Chief O'Hara, with a furrowed brow, reported the caper took place on the 20th of September. Eye spies caught the young lad joyously wheelin' about behind the playground, showin' off his pilfered prize like a true buccaneer. Thankfully, no wee ones were harmed in this shanty tale!
But the tale grows darker, mateys! This pint-sized rogue be no landlubber, for he’s got a history as murky as the depths of Davy Jones' locker. With a rap sheet that be longer than a ship’s mast, he be accused of theft and threats of violence! Aye, even threatenin' a poor soul with a knife whilst attemptin' to commandeer her car!
O'Hara be raisin' the alarm, callin' for help to steer this young scallywag away from a life of crime. “Prison ain't the answer for a lad so small!” he proclaims. So let us all hoist the sails for a brighter course, lest we let our future scallywags run amok on the high seas of mischief!