The Midnight Break-In
Eighty-year-old Grandma Rose lived alone in a small cottage on the edge of town. One night, she was awakened by strange noises coming from her living room.
Peeking through her bedroom door, she spotted a large burglar rummaging through her cabinets, stuffing silverware and valuables into a backpack.
Instead of screaming or calling for help, Grandma quietly reached under her bed and pulled out her late husband’s old h*nting sh0tg*n.
She took a deep breath, stepped into the hallway, aimed the sh0tg*n straight at the burglar’s back, and shouted in a surprisingly firm voice,
“Don’t move! I’ve got you covered!”
The burglar spun around in shock.
When he saw nothing but a tiny gray-haired grandmother struggling to hold up an old sh0tg*n, his fear quickly disappeared.
A smug grin spread across his face.
“Oh, come on, Grandma,” he sneered. “That antique isn’t even loaded. Go ahead… pull the trigger.”
Grandma didn’t blink.
Instead, she smiled sweetly.
“You’re absolutely right, son,” she said calmly. “The g*n hasn’t had a shell in it for years.”
The burglar laughed.
“I knew it!”
Grandma nodded toward the darkness behind him.
“But my 90-pound pit bull standing quietly two feet behind you…”
“…still has all of his teeth.”
The smile vanished from the burglar’s face.
A low, rumbling growl echoed through the room.
Without even daring to look behind him, the burglar slowly raised both hands above his head, dropped the backpack onto the floor, and whispered,
“Grandma… would you mind calling the police before your dog decides he doesn’t like me?”
