When out on the driveway,
I heard a loud boom,
I ran to the window,
While holding the broom…
I stared out the window,
And saw something flash,
And it wasn’t gold nuggets,
Or even cold cash…

No, the light that I saw,
On the dirty, old snow,
Made my stomach hurt badly,
It was him, I did know…
The horrible sight,
I’d always just fear,
Was Number Thief’s face,
Could he really be here?
I think it was anger,
That made me act weird,
And I ran out the door,
And pulled on thief’s beard…

If I pulled his beard 6 times with each of my 2 hands,
how many times had I pulled the thief’s beard in all?