where's my money?

where's my money?

Miguel was looking for his money in his coin purse.

"Where's my money? Where's my money?" he asked.

Me?

Yes, I steal money from him many times before.

But, not this time.

"What money?" I asked.

He looked at his pants.

Oh, yes!

And the money was in the pocket.

Huh-uh.

"Oooh! I see you accused me of stealing money from you. Now, I see how you are."

Man, he didn't say I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

The nerve of him!

He left without saying a damn word!

Bye, bye!

Bye, bye!