"Dear Uncle Grocer,
The other day, I saw you snapping at an immigrant girl who asked you for a loaf of bread in front of your shop. Honestly, I was very angry with you. I was so angry that, out of frustration, I stole a loaf of bread from the bread cabinet outside your shop to help that girl. You chased me for a few streets, but you couldn't catch me. I hope you remember me after all this. That day, I experienced many things between reality and imagination. With the bread I stole from your cabinet, I hadn't just committed theft; I had also lost my mind and my conscience that day. I set out on a long journey with my mind and conscience. I made two beautiful friends named Leaf and Root Head. Leaf was the name of my conscience, and Root Head was my mind... I realized that I always made mistakes whenever I lost them. Whenever they were by my side and I consulted them, good things always happened. Whether what I experienced was real or imagined, I learned that I must use my mind and conscience. The bread in the bag is in place of the bread I took from you that day... Please forgive me. I hope you will not turn away those who ask for your help from now on."