There was a burglar from Valladolid who could burgle with great grace and speed. he broke into the sacristy with much alacrity, but was dog-chased out of the church and treed.
The boy pressed his hand to the cool interior wall, sitting on the floor of a dark, empty chapel. Outside the sun blazed, and humidity oppressed. The orphan created a narrative in his head, one based on some strange logic. If hell was an "eternal torment of flames," then the cool interior of the monk's chapel must be the anti-hell -- a place that devoured the heat of hell-fire... but what did that make that baking place that was outside those thick walls.
Guess which one came around for tips after their performance?