Shovels

For as long as I can remember my entire family was in an out of jail. Hard labor, working the mines, even death sentences were carried out amongst my kin. My father a former King Pin would tell us all stories about his glory days stealing gold, weapons and his favorite giant diamonds from the ogres. His brother however, was not so lucky to escape capture from the guards of the city. His head was mounted on a pike to demonstrate what can happen if you are caught. All of my brothers and sisters were eager to join my fathers gang, but I could never understand the pursuit of a life of crime. From a young age I was always ridiculed for telling the truth, my family tested me over and over. They tried to force me to lie but I simply could not do it. My father handed me a shovel and told me clean out the chamber pots and dispose of the waste. I was angry with my father, but I respect his authority and complied with his request. I vowed to myself he will regret the day he tried to convert me to a criminal. I remember the day I was outcast from my family like it was yesterday. A dark and stormy night was upon us, my father too old to run these schemes had my oldest brother in charge. The goal was to invade the Justice cabal based on intelligence he obtained that multiple weapons and equipment were stored away from past criminals. My job was to alert them if a guard was on the way. They sprang into action, my father knocked out the main guard and my brothers and sisters stormed the vault ransacking the cabal and filling their sacks with everything that was not bolted down. I sounded the alarm and they were quickly surrounded. My family looked at me with horror and disgust, with a wry smile I removed the shovel from my sack he had given me so long ago, I pointed to the graveyard and said dig.