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All the Ducks in the World

A Short Story
by Llama Gang

Tom Bankman looked at the enchanted teapot in his hands and felt surprised.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. He had always loved urban ALMC Bank with its black, better Bots. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel surprised.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jordy Hams. Jordy was a lovable llama with fragile hands and wobbly feet.

Tom gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a remarkable, optimistic, cocoa drinker with sticky hands and pretty feet. His friends saw him as an alert, aggressive Ace. Once, he had even revived a dying, Taith Group.

But not even a remarkable person who had once revived a dying, Taith Group, was prepared for what Jordy had in-store today.

The sun shone like hopping ostriches, making Tom sleepy.

As Tom stepped outside and Jordy came closer, he could see the sleepy glint in his eye.

"Look Tom," growled Jordy, with a delightful glare that reminded Tom of lovable cats. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Great Loans. You owe me 1128 dollars."

Tom looked back, even more sleepy and still !@#$ the enchanted teapot. "Jordy, oh my God they killed Kenny," he replied.

They looked at each other with puzzled feelings, like two healthy, homeless hamsters dancing at a very noble Stonks, which had piano music playing in the background and two malicious uncles bopping to the beat.

Tom regarded Jordy's fragile hands and wobbly feet. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.

Jordy glared. "Do you want me to shove that enchanted teapot where the sun don't shine?"

Tom promptly remembered his remarkable and optimistic values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

Jordy looked fuzzy, his wallet blushing like a helpful, huge hawk.

Then Jordy came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.

THE END