One day I was walking on the street. It was a sunny day. Suddenly I saw something glimmering on the street. I was curious and so I went near it. It was a gun. I looked around but there was no one on the street. I thought of giving it to the police. But then I got a bit selfish. I thought may be I should keep it. I can use it in an emergency.

Few days passed by. The gun lay in a drawer at my home. Then one day there was a news about a notorious robber who had come to our town. He had created a lot of havoc and the police were trying their best to arrest him.

This, I thought was a very good occasion to use my gun and help the police to arrest him. I removed the gun from the drawer and put it in my pocket. I went out of my house looking for the robber. Luckily for me, at the same moment the robber had robbed my neighbouring house and was trying to escape as my neighbours had already called the police. The robber started running towards me. He probably thought that he would hold me for ransom and then escape from there.

But I was not going to let him go so easily. I shouted loudly and then I shot the robber on his left leg with my gun. A stone came out from the gun and the robber got hurt. At the same time, the police came there and arrested the robber.

A large crowd had gathered around me and all of them were praising me for my bravery. Then a boy came to me and said 'That is my toy gun.'

I looked at the gun and realised that the gun was not a real one. It was indeed a toy gun and that was the reason why the people around me were praising me. My ignorance about the gun made me brave and I could fight the robber.