“Surprised?” Ryan asked.

“Oh, it’s no surprise that you’ve been caught stealing. What did you steal this time?” said Dr. Foley, the prison’s psychiatrist, said.

“A tractor.”

“Holy smoke! I was hoping it was just a burrito. How many things have you stolen now?” she asked.

“I can’t remember. 5?” Ryan said.

Dr. Foley clicked her tongue, nodding her head in disapproval.

“Come on now, everything counts.”

“Ok, I guess it’s over 25 then.” he admitted.

“How do you feel about that?”

“I feel fine.” Ryan answered.

“That’s all?”

“Yep.”

He was definitely a kleptomaniac. Dr. Foley made a note on her clipboard.

“Well, at least you’re not a bank robber.”

“Ummm… yeah, at least I’m not a bank robber!” Ryan said, a bit too nervously.

Dr. Foley glowered at him.

“I may have robbed a bank, too.” he admitted.

Dr. Foley sighed. This was going to be a long treatment.