[Kettle of fish]

The boy darted towards the display of fruit and vegetables, but the stallkeeper had been waiting for him from the little escapade yesterday, and strode in front of his wares to shoe him off.
"Get lost, you dirty scamp," the seller barked, "before I call the guards".
Both knew it was an idle threat - the guards would not take lightly to being disturbed for so slight a reason. But the temptation to try and sneak around the seller was dampened when the angry man picked up a heavy stick to emphasize his meaning. The boy walked away, then scurried back and nicked an apple when the seller was dealing with a customer. He munched it happily as he ran along, filching a roll of bread and a green hankerchief out of habit. The green hankerchief was very soft - he probably could sell it to one of the more unscrupulous dealers near the river bank, but he decided to keep it instead. Melting into a shadow, he took out the pouch that he kept next to his skin, and emptied its contents into the hankerchief. Glancing quickly around, he knotted the hankerchief and slipped it back into his pouch which he replaced.
Fat drops of rain began to fall, causing the customers to scatter and the outdoor sellers to hastily cover their wares. The boy munched the bread, as he looked enviously at the shop across. It was a proper shop, not one of those outdoor stalls, and sold among the shelves of scented candles that only the richer could afford, were jars and jars of golden honey. These were behind the counter and the boy often looked at them from outside, all the rumours of what honey was supposed to taste like swimming in his head. The rain was really pouring down now, so the slip of a boy vanished to find shelter.