The Burglar and the Bloody leg

So, last night we all went to bed at midnight. 12:03, actually. I am a very heavy sleeper, and I fell asleep around 12:07, while my brother Ed went off to do something (probably to play video games) and big brother Robert took a shower.



12:22am

The sound of broken glass woke everybody in the building, except me, the heavy sleeper. Ed grabbed the dagger he had stolen from my Grandpa's house, Robert grabbed a baseball bat, and my dad grabbed his shotgun. Mom stayed upstairs. But NOBODY took the liberty to wake me up. When they got down stairs, the guy was gone. Dad opened the front door (it was the front door that had glass kicked out of it), and there, hobbling up the hill to the corner, was a man with a bloody leg, obviously from kicking in a glass door. Unfortunately, my dad was a little dazed and could not put 2 and 2 together. He claims he thought "That the guy threw a brick through the window". That's why there wasn't a brick or a rock on the floor.