The Postman's Pond

I was approaching a place in the village that I knew there would be no passes by. The residents were never home during week stays and next door was vacant right there. So, for some reason, I decided the best course of action was to squat over their pond. And mopped up the rest of the mess with my underwear, which I then shoved with the cards into the general waste. Over the next few days, I felt a great shame at the events but figured I'd gotten away with it without anyone noticing.