He had a perfect plan. The maize (corn) was green and sweet- just what the city people loved. Moreover the target was perfect- a telephone farmer. What could possibly go wrong? Plan A was backed by Plan B and he could swear there would be no need for Plan C. That was Ladino Ladrão of Angonia in Moçambique. Was luck also on his side? Or his short friend Toma Rápido? Which way would Judge Rigido swing?
