It was the start of Beggar’s Night, and the door bell rang.
Old Mr. Johnson opened the door to see a young boy in a suit and tie.
Before he knew it, the young boy reached into Mr. Johnson’s candy bowl and took almost half of the candy.
“What’s the meaning of this?” cried the old man.
“Can’t you tell from my costume?” said the young boy as he began to walk away without a hint of shame. “I’m an IRS agent!”