While I was helping to clean the church, I encountered a 12-year-old boy who was working out his court sentence for theft by doing community service. He asked me what bad thing I had done to be working there.

"Why son, I didn't do anything wrong. I'm just helping out the church. What did you do?" I ventured.

"I didn't do nuttin' either," he assured me.

Alarmed, I asked why he hadn't told that to the arresting officer. "What was the use?" he muttered. "He went to my house and found all the stuff."