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- Exposition
- Conflict
- That.. That Thief! Whoever broke into my closet last winter and stole my liquor will probably try it again once we are outta here. But only this time he'll wish he hadn't !
- Rising Action
- Now, Mr. Thief, when you break in, drink hearty; I won't begrudge you this one. When it comes to protecting my property I make my own laws!
- Don't do it Judson, its horrible. Its-its murder!Please don't do this Judson, the law doesn't punish burglary by death.
- Judson Webb loved his personal possessions. In his special closet, he kept his guns, ammunition, fishing rods, tackle, and liquor. Not even his wife was allowed to have a key.
- Climax
- AHHHAHAH!!
- last winter a robber broke into his closet and stole his liquor.
- Falling Action
- Twarn't much of a fall, Mr webb. Here, take this; it'll pull you together.
- Judson opens two white tablets. His wife's eyes narrowed, as she watched him. Marcia stands there in shock watching her husband. Judson then pours the poison into the whiskey. Soon after she starts pleading with Judson, she begs and begs.
- Resolution
- After closing his closet door, he then paused as he remembered his hunting boots. They were supposed to be in the closet but were left on the porch table, Judson then reaches out for his boots. He stepped fairly on the acorn, suddenly his foot slipping from under him. His head struck the table.
- Alec who lived about a mile down the road and acted as a caretaker, came sprinting down from the lake.  Alec's arm supports Judson's head, as they lay on the porch. A small glass of whiskey was put upon his lips. Half-conscious, he drank. .
- JUDSONS DEATH!!
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