When they discovered his crime, he was immediately arrested. The trial did not take long. He plead guilty - he'd been caught red-handed. His sentence was not a short one. But even after all this, he remained cheerful. The prison guards were haunted by his smile, as was the judge. 'Why is he so happy?' they wondered. The question wasn't hard to answer. He'd let himself get caught. In prison, you don't have to sleep exposed in the freezing cold or wonder where your next meal's coming from. Instead, you're kept fed and clothed, and are sometimes indulged with things like paper and pencils. You barely have to take care of yourself, instead, you have all the time in the world to dream, and think, and plan. He was happy indeed.