Quomodocunquizing – making money in anyway that you can
It was a job he always hated but he needed the money. He had many skills and contacts, years of experience and no time inside. Though he bragged he had been. You had to be careful in the criminal underworld.
Scaling the rooftop, he looked for a fire door or other access. People never thought about a burglar coming through the roof. There was an art to the taking of things and he like a magician practised well.
George looked out of his window, ready to admire the birds flocking into his garden. A twitching of a tail caught his attention and he saw a red squirrel. The little fiend was scampering along the branches towards the cage of peanuts.
George tapped on the glass, cursing loudly. The squirrel stopped, watching him with beady black eyes then with a tail flick, the creature attacked the wired bird feeder. The squirrel snatched a nut into his mouth and before George could open the back door, had vanished into the tree top.
Cold wind, blew into his face and George felt the chill setting into his knees. He yelled loudly, but of course it was too late, the thief had gotten away again.