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PROMPT March 13th Are you responsible with your money? Is managing your finances easy for you, or challenging? Do you ever splurge and buy something you can’t afford? Collin dropped a shiny new coin into the glass jar that held his hoard of coins. It fell with a very satisfying "clink". Collin loved that sound and giggled somewhat maniacally as his thin cracked lips turned up into an awkward little "Q". His bony fingers, gnarled as they were, screwed the lid onto the jar fast as lightening. He shook the jar with quite some force, delighted by the clinking and clanking of the coins. As he peered into the jar he belched out a rancid cloud of leftover breakfast, an Egg McMuffin he swindled from the school kid down the block. The cloud fogged up his jar so he rubbed and polished it all around with the hem of his ragged little tunic. Ever since he jumped off the bumpiest log in the darkest part of the forest in the oldest part of the land and followed the mist to a new and exciting place Collin had actually been happy. After 300 years of going solo as a Maker of Mischief he decided he needed a coach. Someone who could bring new life to his tricks and traps. Someone who could motivate his sneaky little spirit. Some who could manage his evil little tendencies. And he found just the one! Dylan. Minister of Magic and Mayhem. With Dylan's help Collin breathed new life and nastiness into his tricks. He developed some awful new traps. He devised the dirtiest of deeds. And the best part? Dylan made sure Collin got paid for his efforts. And after 300 years Collin was very happy to be paid. Every Friday Collin arrived for his pay. And every Friday Dylan gingerly dropped a few coins into Collin's mud-crusted, scabbly little palm. Collin's gnarly fingers would curl around the coins, and Collin would shake them in the air as he happily dashed for his precious glass jar. BUT not before he tossed a coin back at Dylan. "For me 401(k)," he would happily shout. Yes, Collin was happy. He had new tricks, traps, and dirty deeds. He had precious coins in a precious glass jar. And most important of all, he had a 401(k). If he invested that right, he could actually retire a little early, in about 400 years. Yes, Collin was happy. |
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