A weird story about honest honesty (please correct me)

It was another usual day for Sandy, who is the owner of a small restaurant, and her son, David. At 8 p.m., a middle-aged, chubby man stepped into her store and ordered a bowl of noodle noodles. To David David's suspicion, the man placed a hue huge bag heavily on the stool next to him. What’s more, the man gulped down his food and dashed out of the restaurant without bringing taking his bag. David jumped off the stool and open opened the bag curiously. “How can it be?” shouted David and Sandy at the same time, while they were staring at tens of thousands of cash dollars put in the bag. Meanwhile, as the man was about to get on the train, he realized that he had left his precious belonging in the restaurant.

David and Sandy had to make a crucial decision, to own the money immorally or to send it to the police station. To David and Sandy, however, justice outweighs anything everything. Therefore, they reported this situation to the policeman police. After they gave out up the bag, Sandy turned on the television tiredly in hope of releasing her anxiety. “A rubber robber was arrested at 10 p.m., and the money was soon found in a restaurant,” said the reporters. A large group of journalists had already surged to Sandy’s restaurant while where David was facing them proudly. When they handed David the microphone, he simply said, “Honest Honesty is the best policy.”