Not Getting It

It was a long way back to Immanuel College. Luckily there was a full moon so he could see where he was going. He stopped in front of the college near the front fence. Where was this purple sheet?

He looked up. 

There were three wooden crosses and the purple sheet was wrapped around the horizontal bar of the middle one.

Shit! said Sweezus. Not exactly stealing! Blow that!

He got back on his bike and headed for the coast.

An hour later he reached the spot where the two girls were sleeping.

Marie woke up.

Did you get it? she asked sleepily.

No, said Sweezus. I wimped out. What were you girls thinking?

That we'd teach you a lesson, said Marie. A lesson about responsibility.

Responsibility! said Sweezus. What for?

For yourself, said Marie. You never remember to bring your own sleeping bag. You don't eat healthy food. You put off going to the dentist.

So you to send me off  to steal  a sheet, said Sweezus. And not just any old sheet. A school sheet.

Belle et Bonne opened her eyes.

So you didn't get it, she said.

I don't think so, said Sweezus. Was it a joke?