A Little Game of Hide and Sikh

My little brother was a varsity athlete in high school and our house was constantly blitzed by toilet paper toting cheerleaders. One afternoon my mother noticed that a little Sikh boy was circling our house on his bike, mesmerized by Charmin. He stopped, stealthily grabbed a handful and rode off. She forgot about it until she drove by his house later that day. Hanging from the branch of a tree was a solitary string of stolen toilet paper.