It was a quiet afternoon and Rogue Gallery had been pawned off on his sister, Willow Wisp for the day while his parents were out. Her stable was crammed full of bits and pieces that she had collected or rescued from who knows where. A fair bit of it was junk, but every once in a while Rogue would find one of her treasures that spoke to him. Today was just one of those days.

In a corner, on a mountainous pile of furniture that was preciously placed, sat a large painting of a cat that looked almost just like Rogue's pet, Shawshank. It was a little smudge, but it wasn't much a bit of elbow grease couldn't clean up and make like new again. As he stared at the painting, he had a glint in his eye. Wisp, usually off in her own dreamy world couldn't help but see the flicker, "It's a cute one right?"

"Yeah, almost a mirror of Shawshank, like it's his ancestor or something. Not bad brushwork too," Rogue replied.

"If you like it, why don't you take it with you?" Wisp nonchalantly offered.

"Really? That's nice of you, sis, but I couldn't. You found it after all."

Wisp however didn't give up that easily. She was too easily swayed by the passionate way Rogue looked at it. "All it does is sit there. Tell you what, what if you earned it? "

Rogue's interest was peaked. "Go on..."

"You can have it, if you can get it out of my stable without me seeing or hearing you take it." As Rogue's sister, Wisp knew he could not resist a challenge and the colt had a daring streak in him.

With a wicked grin, Rogue replied "Challenge accepted."

That day, Rogue left without the painting. However, he spent the next several weeks visiting his sister's home and plotting out the lay of the land. He knew where the painting was, how high up it was and where the exits were. The colt meticulously planned his "heist", until one evening late at night he crept in though a window that he left unlocked for himself earlier that day. Like a cat, he agilely moved to a close position. Unicorn magic did the rest for him, inching the painting closer and closer to him without making a sound. Once he had it in his hooves, he made his escape. No one heard or saw him go in and all that was left of his being there was a hoof print on dusty furniture.

The thrill of the plotting and the act of actually sneaking away exhilarated Rogue. He was so pleased at leaving with his prize, he didn't even realize until the next day that a cutie mark had appeared on his flank.